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There are many limitations sometimes. Of course these are only restrictions we place on ourselves, but we groom certain communities to fulfill a certain appearance and dismiss the breakers of unspoken rules. Don't drop the status quo. Paradigm. I want to write and not write about things. I don't know. No, I do know. I want to write without the stigma that these topics bring. I want to write a poem about Facebook. See how much appreciation that gets. Poetry about Facebook won't be liked often. Write about how it ****** me off that your ex boyfriend (that I dumped, by the way) has a new girlfriend with better taste and better photography skills than me. Remember how I made fun of his ex's for that? They're doing that about me now, I stomped on his heart. I teem with insecurity thinking about it. ******* selfish, I feel like a ***** How I'm tired of being self-depricating because I don't want to seem like an ******* I've come a long way as a person and I'm not allowed to brag about it. I'm barely allowed to take a compliment or I'll look like I'm preening. Write about how I'm tired of being kinda ugly sometimes. Write about how I had *** with someone, how when I told someone else, I could see them and society drawing a big **** crown of judgement, and how that's ****** I wish we could all grow up. I wish I could explain that my apathy is, to a certain degree, purposeful. Because looking at feminism articles every day made me feel like **** I felt like a victim constantly, and I alienated myself from making friends with normal people because I was an extremist. I got tired of constant misery and misinformation. The feminist community was cannibalistic too, and I don't think I wanted to make friends with such hyper-aggressive people. Write about how I want to be a writer and how I can only write three sentences and then I look at the screen hopelessly. How lame. I'M SO ******* NAIVE BECAUSE I want so badly to be different in a better way, but I know I'm just the same. I want to be able to change the world and I know I can't, it doesn't matter anyway. I haven't been able to cry in three months. I'm tired of trying to find my brand of catharsis.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
bleaky bleaker doesn't fit in his sneakers
There are many limitations sometimes. Of course these are only restrictions we place on ourselves, but we groom certain communities to fulfill a certain appearance and dismiss the breakers of unspoken rules. Don't drop the status quo. Paradigm. I want to write and not write about things. I don't know. No, I do know. I want to write without the stigma that these topics bring. I want to write a poem about Facebook. See how much appreciation that gets. Poetry about Facebook won't be liked often. Write about how it ****** me off that your ex boyfriend (that I dumped, by the way) has a new girlfriend with better taste and better photography skills than me. Remember how I made fun of his ex's for that? They're doing that about me now, I stomped on his heart. I teem with insecurity thinking about it. ******* selfish, I feel like a ***** How I'm tired of being self-depricating because I don't want to seem like an ******* I've come a long way as a person and I'm not allowed to brag about it. I'm barely allowed to take a compliment or I'll look like I'm preening. Write about how I'm tired of being kinda ugly sometimes. Write about how I had *** with someone, how when I told someone else, I could see them and society drawing a big **** crown of judgement, and how that's ****** I wish we could all grow up. I wish I could explain that my apathy is, to a certain degree, purposeful. Because looking at feminism articles every day made me feel like **** I felt like a victim constantly, and I alienated myself from making friends with normal people because I was an extremist. I got tired of constant misery and misinformation. The feminist community was cannibalistic too, and I don't think I wanted to make friends with such hyper-aggressive people. Write about how I want to be a writer and how I can only write three sentences and then I look at the screen hopelessly. How lame. I'M SO ******* NAIVE BECAUSE I want so badly to be different in a better way, but I know I'm just the same. I want to be able to change the world and I know I can't, it doesn't matter anyway. I haven't been able to cry in three months. I'm tired of trying to find my brand of catharsis.
I'm doing okay. I wish I was doing better, but I don't think I'm depressed.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
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