break me.

currently listening to: epilogue/i love you, you're perfect, now change.



sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.

or so we say. or so i say.

maybe we've been hurt by too many words, we've been hurt too many times, that we have become oblivious to the pain. we have become ignorant of the effects that words can have on our lives and the lives of others.

you hear something that you know should hurt you, that should affect you, that should offend you... but somehow, it doesn't. it doesn't matter who else has heard them. it doesn't matter what others think of you after hearing things about you. heck, it doesn't matter if what was said about you wasn't even true.

maybe it's not the words that hurt, but it's who says them about you. it's why they say things about you. it's the fact that you were betrayed by a person you least expected. or maybe you expected it all along, but refused to believe it, because people should be given the benefit of the doubt... but that's another story.

sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.