I'm home from school today. Not feeling very well. So I'm eating soup and role playing with my girlfriend <3 

I don't have very much to say, so, see you later~

Here we go again! New blog, this one I'll try to keep up, i hope.. hahah! 

My name is Lovisa, The Catastrophekid. And I'm a 14 years old girl from sweden. But now I'm not gonna talk about me, I'm kinda boring actually c'x 

I was thinking about writing about my day, but it's nothing special, really - so why not go with something with a meaning? 

Today I'm writing about beauty. 

Inner beauty.
And why you should stop say you're ugly, fat and disgusting.

Simply, you're not. You're really gorgeous. When you look in the mirror, what do you see? You see a person with messy hair, fucked up make up and tears. A fat, disgusting person with a broken smile and scars upon her skin. Don't you? 

You know what I see? I see a pretty person with a little trouble in her life. I see her wonderful personality, her fading scars - she've been clean for a week now. I see her kindness and perfection. I can see the happiness in her beautiful eyes when she's talking to that one person that makes her heart go on. The one she's fighting for. 

When you're walking through the corridor, what do you think? You think everyone hates you, right? That the girl that talked to you this morning, tried to make you come with her, she was fake, she hates you, right? Well, she doesn't. She thinks you wonderful, and she wanna be your friend so badly. That your teatchers want you to die so the don't have to pretend they care anymore? Ha! They do care. They hope so bad you'll be okay soon.

You think your mother regrets she gave birth to you. You think your best friend took her life because of you. You think your boyfrind cheats on you with every girl he meets, cause she's prettier than you. Think about it, when did it all start? You were so happy once upon a time. Was it when you're mom took you and left? When your dad tried to take you back? When you started school? When your bestie took her life? When the cops took your brother? When the boys in your class ignored you? When they hit you day after day? When that bitch stole your boyfriend? When your grandma died? When did it actually start? 

I want you to know that you're beautiful. You will always be that. Someone will always care. I care. If you don't have anyone else to talk to I'm always here. Instagram, Kik, anything. I'm here for you. And one day you will fight your demons. Because you're strong. You're beautiful. And you are the queen of your life.

I want you to do something for me, could you? 

I want you to stand in front of your mirror and close your eyes. Mhm? Think quiet to yourself; 'I'm strong, I'm beautiful, I'm perfect.' Say it over and over again until it sinks in. Now open your eyes and look at your reflektion. Say out loud; 'I'm strong, I'm beautiful, I'm perfect.' Say it again, even louder. Now pull up your sleeves and watch your scars. Say again, 'I'm strong, I'm beautiful, I'm perfect.' Has it sunk in yet? No? Then do it all over again, until you feel beautiful again. Do this everyday.