At the end of the day, I know that I’m doing my best to be nice to people, and I recognize and accept the fact that a lot of times, people aren’t trying very hard to be nice to me. And somehow that makes it a little easier. Almost as if being nice has become something rebellious. Everyone just wants to push your buttons.
I was going to tell you about the creepy guy from my biology class, and also maybe rant about the new twilight book, but that can all wait. Look at this purse. Isn’t it beautiful? I found it online a couple days ago, and when I saw it for 50% off i fell in love… Continue reading This is very upsetting.
Ironically, I was planning on writing a post about how well everything was going before this happened. A close friend of mine passed away very recently. I made a post a long time ago when my grandmother passed away, and I wrote about how I couldn’t cry anymore. How it felt wrong to be okay. But… Continue reading Grieving Alone
I don’t even know why I’m posting this on here. But I was outside looking at some flowers. I thought a really fat bug must have landed on my arm or something so i flicked it off. It wasn’t a bug. It was a poo. Im so mad. Thats what I get for going outside.… Continue reading I GOT POOPED ON
Does it ever just make you want to cry, to think that Allah has promised you something better? And you know its there, but you can’t see it, and you cant touch it, and until it reaches you, you’re fumbling around and making mistakes. And sometimes they’re big mistakes. And sometimes they’re small mistakes. And… Continue reading Something Better
I spent a solid hour explaining to my sister that she’s better looking than she thinks she is, but she doesn’t realize it because she’s not used to her own face. Like, she thinks she has certain unfavorable traits because she focuses on those when she looks in the mirror and scrutinizes them far beyond what… Continue reading Thoughts
*sigh* I think I might have touched on this before but not in depth. The point is: I’ve got this little thing called jealousy. Its been a very real problem for me for most of my life, especially in the past couple years. I’ve always had this need to feel adequate. I never wanted to… Continue reading Satisfaction not Guaranteed: Experiences
I haven’t posted anything in a long time. BUT I’ve been ranting and answering questions on tumblr, so like, check me out, maybe? I hope you all had a good new years. I spent mine in a blanket fort with teddy bears and leftover pasta. It was fantastic. That’s not sarcasm, that’s just my idea… Continue reading Really belated post about new years from my drafts
In my Gender and Women’s Studies class, we were discussing the topic of sex tourism. This girl was explaining the concept to me very politely, while her male friend sat between us and listened. If you are unfamiliar with sex tourism, it is commodification of having a sexual experience with an “exotic” partner. Sorta. Basically… Continue reading Does My Disinterest in Sex Offend You?
Body image is a tricky thing to write about. It’s hard to be encouraging about it without being cheesy or cliche. I’ve never responded well to that kind of encouragement. I decided a long time ago I couldn’t simply declare “I love myself” just because some flowery computer graphic told me to. I don’t find… Continue reading Stare At Your Face Until You Like It