Depression

I just don't know what's happening to me. I'm a different Clarisa. I'm becoming more emotional. But, I try to control. I limit myself. I cry often. I cry silently at my room each night wondering why I mess my life.


Yes, I know. I don't have a beautiful face, eyes that shine brightly, a brain that's good
enough. I am imperfect. I am nowhere near perfect. I'm all right, I guess. I get fair grades. I have fair skin. I have a face that I'm proud of. I am happy with the way things are. I am happy with all the things I have achieved in my life and I am really thankful to all the people who have been there for me nad most especially to Him for being one of the few which I trust and have faith on.


It is human nature to get jealous with others. DEADLY SIN. I can't keep myself from being jealous with people around me. But, don't get me wrong. I'm perfectly happy. It's just that... many people don't realize that I'm somebody that isn't just like anybody. It's so hard to explain. But, I just want people to accept me for me. For who I am, and not for someone I can never be. Love me, for me. For simply being me.

But, I just have a simple request. If you'll love me, please. Just kindly love me for me.