Can you believe that her actual phobia is the scale? It is absurd but how can such a simple thing can make her crying, where she could actually just step with her feet on the scale's fucking face and shout that "Numbers never tell anything!"
Yet now that in this world numbers are considered as essential data in every reason. And how pathetic she is, to think that she is a slave for numbers, how careless she is to let couple of numbers to determine who she wants to be.
It is either she is too obsessed with numbers, to be perfect in the name and terms of numbers, how mathematically complicated she is. She often told herself not to appeal to others, that nobody will care of how you look like and that in this world there is actually no one to be entertained for. And she always tries to cheer herself up with overflowing ambitious confidence. But, there will be times when this 'disease of hatred' she suffers would attack her when she lets her guard down. And by then she will be defeated, by again, numbers.
She spends half of her days to look 'cool' and perfect in some ways, that she often depends on the mirror and opinions to determine how she looks like and begin fixing herself. And she spends half of her nights regretting the things she has done, that she should have ran outside and to jog around the field, sweating herself to Hell being a maniac and to give herself some muscles to work on so that she can again, impress people.
She is struggling to impress people who would probably never care, and yes she is aware of that obvious fact. But again, her self esteem does not cooperate very much; they both have different beliefs.
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Tales of A Libra
PoesiaThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
