In life, we often pretend we are braver than we are.

We say that were more likable than we are.

We think we are stronger than we are.

Right?

No.

In life we do lie to ourselves, but not about being better. About being worse.

We look in the mirror and we hate ourselves for tiny imperfections. We look at our grades and hate ourselves for not doing good enough. We look at other people, people who look so happy and free, and we hate ourselves.

The cruelest thing in this world is not what other people tell us. It is not an underhanded comment given by a friend. The cruelest thing in the world is the lies we tell ourselves.

I’m not good enough.

I’m never going to succeed in life.

I’m never going to be happy.

I don’t deserve what I have.

I don’t matter.

I’m a burden.

No one cares about me.

No one sees me.

Lies.

It’s so easy to believe that we will never be happy, so easy to think that the only reason we have friends is because we’re pity cases.

And it’s all lies.

Every single word.

Because everything is beautiful

Everything has a purpose.

Why else would we be here?

If we aren’t good enough how come we’re here?

Yet, we still lie to ourselves, saying we’re worthless.

And all we can hear are the lies we tell ourselves.