Doesn’t anyone want to hear about my problems anymore? But what am I talking about…my problems do not exist to most. I guess it’s partially my fault because I never really talk about them. But it’s not really my fault because no one really cares. I tried and tried but they never care enough. They listen but they don’t hear. They sympathize but they don’t care. They know but they don’t understand. I am just so very desperate for a therapist. A therapist knows what to do best when dealing with kids like me. Attention seeking kids like me. A therapist knows that to only quench an attention seeking kid like me is to drench an attention seeking kid like me with attention. A therapist knows how to pretend to listen, to care, to understand. I just…desperately need one.
Well this might sound weird and somewhat vein, but all I want is for someone, ANYONE, to lie to me and convince me that I’m interesting. For someone to be enthralled by my blandness.
The awkward moment when strangers will understand you and be there for you more than your friends and family.
The awkward moment when you trust strangers more than your friends and family.
I think I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder? I don’t know. I don’t want to be one of those girls who self-diagnose themselves just because something so minuscule went wrong.
End shaming people because they do not have the same beliefs as you.
First and foremost, I do want to make it clear that I fully support the side that is arguing to stop the over-sexualization of women’s bodies and that just because a woman posts a picture of her naked body, it doesn’t necessarily mean she lacks morals. We are in a time where people are progressively starting to recognize more and more that we are all homo sapiens and we all have natural rights. However, this post isn’t about my support for this movement. If my History teacher taught me correctly, it was around the 1920’s when women started showing more skin. That’s about 92 years ago. When that first happened, it was a completely new concept to society as women never wore clothing that bare most of their arms before, nor did they wore short skirts. Now you might think that 92 years ago was a really long time ago, but it’s really not. The notion that showing skin is sinful lasted for HUNDREDS of years. So compare 92 years, from 1920 to 2012, to probably(and correct me if I’m wrong about my dates) farther than the 1300’s that lasted to 1920’s, this is STILL a relatively new concept to some people. The belief that a woman who publicly goes and shows her nude breasts, vagina, and other body parts, doesn’t necessarily lacks morals because she has the rights to portray herself however she wants is STILL a relatively new concept to some people. Just because the belief that a woman who flaunts her “private” body part around lacks principle was passed on for such a long period of time, some people still need time to realize society’s current mode about how it really isn’t in some cases. I understand that this poster is supposed to make a point but it’s shaming the girl in the first poster who is rather stuck with the “old world” belief (although I do think the way she phrased herself was ignorant). The main point I’m trying to make is that showing her face is cruel when the poster that is trying to raise awareness to stop “slut shaming”, a type of shaming, and it can’t even recognize other types of shaming. This is hypocrisy. We always complain about the hypocrisies in society, but take a look around. We make up society and we create those hypocrisies.
You stop talking to me. I stop talking to you. I easily cut you out. It’s only the memories that linger that keep me around. I’m quite a nostalgic self.
When I am angry, I write a lot of mean things. I use a lot of bad words. When I am not angry, I look back at them and feel guilty for writing them. Mostly at the posts I make towards my parents. I am a bad person and I want to delete those posts because I know I do love them dearly. But I can’t delete them. They were once my thoughts.
