This is a chapter of my life, you can't judge me just by the way you look at me. I'm no close to what you might think. This is the life, this is me. Criticizing me doesn't make you any better.

I'm close to a piece of shit right. I'm nowhere close to perfect in anyone's eyes. I've never been pretty, i've never felt pretty too. I wish life's easy as it may seems but people is making it tougher and tougher each day. People judge you by looks, people criticized you because you're fat, people hate you because you're ugly. You know what? I'm tired of all this shits happening around the world. Wait, it's my world. Why can't people like me be judge just equally the same as others, who's not exactly perfect but owned a whole package, like pretty face, pretty attitude? Life is really unfair to me. I don't know how to feel sometimes. People criticized me as if the words they've said isn't hurting at all. As if i looked like i don't give a damn about it, of course i do. When i think about it at night, i cried myself to sleep.<

I'm glad i have wonderful friends who still care about my feelings, my illness and just everything about me. Now, if anyone's going to hurt me/criticize me, i'm gonna stand for what's right. If you hurt or criticize me, that clearly means that you're doing the same to God. I don't live to please anyone.

Love, farah