Insecurities. 

it's a weird word but it defines who a person is sometimes.

try me for example: I got dressed for a party. fat. that's all I think when it happens. my friends. they're the ideal perfection when it comes to sizes. me? I'm not. I feel as if the fat defines me. and it's only because it really does. other say, I'm 

funny. cool. pretty. relaxed. beautiful.

but reply I think of myself as a blob of fat. that's all I'll ever be. I can try as hard as I won't but there's always the one word that will forever describe me. fat. 

I don't see myself as pretty and when people say that, it bothers me greatly. I'm not pretty. I'm fat, and I've come to except it. 

they hurt. they tear you apart. they change you. they end up defining who you are. only because you let them. don't let them. you're only playing yourself if you let them. rumors can go as far out as they want to, but there's never a truth to them. unless you ask the source.

the strange thing about rumors is that's people never ask the people involved. they ask the ones spreading the rumors.

why do we call it falling in love?

falling implies collapsing

and collapsing implies breaking.

it's like saying people fall before they fall in love.

the word "falling" attaches weakness to the word love.

but then again it could be good.

one thing about love for certain is it makes people weak. and there's the irony

people see love as something grand. something we need. and we all forget that's to be in love, we have to collapse, not just into it, but sometimes out of it.

falling out of something means landing someplace else, and sooner than later we find ourselves crash-landing into uncertainty.