Self-pity
When will the time come, when i wouldn't have to ask myself, why is this happening to me. When will the time come, when the monnotony of every day will stop stabbing my heart like a dagger. Every day seems the same to me. I don't have the need to know, what lies behind this curtain of the night. The world seems to me like a carousel, from which i cannot escape. It keeps spinning, so much is happening around me but i feel like freezed in time. My heart hurts and my soul ache for myself. Oh, the self-pity, what an awful human characteristic. The question is, my Dear reader , why can't we pity ourselves? Why is self-pity such a conviction worthy of an act. We are human beings, we feel for others, but what about the pity for ourselves? We too are worthy of saying the pity, we feel for ourselves, out loud, even when it would sound like the worst of the words to others. We live life once, its expected to not to be perfect. Why is then self-pity viewed as negative? Is it weakn...