I’m disappointed to report that I’ve grown up in a generation where degrading women is considered “okay.” Bitch, hoe, slut, whore, etc. Our generation has grown so accustomed to calling the female race by these names. It’s not just men, women do it just as often. So when we’re old and raising our…
Not necessarily my personality is gone. Or is it? Who knows. If I can’t tell, then who can? School is just filled with people I don’t want to get involved with or people I just don’t give a damn about. Honest to god, I don’t give a damn about anyone but myself (and those who I am personally close with) . And I am positive no one gives a flying fuck about me and I really don’t care. I am not the same person I was last year. I am not nice, considerate or patient any more. Why? Don’t blame me, blame you (a group as a whole). For taking advantage of my kindness and of my willingness. For taking advantage that I don’t speak up for myself. Last year, if you said something rude to me, I would have let it off and continued with my day pretending that you didn’t ruin it. But today, say ONE rude thing to ruin my day I will openly disrespectfully bash you. Why? Because I am sick of it. People ASSUME because I am small i will not talk back? Because I am quiet, I will not talk back? Because I am attractive, that I am dumb? Wrong, wrong and wrong again.
Also, a bit more ranting. You didn’t give a goddamn fuck about me in high school, so yes, when I see you at school (college) I will not give a flying fuck about you. I will look at you once, only once and you can go on with your goddamn life lost in the school. That’s your problem.
I cried today because I lost a friend. A friend whom I loved more than a friend. She was my sister. And I couldn’t figure out why I was so sad because I felt she had betrayed me. But there’s three stories and no one knows the true story except her. And I should have accepted that fact and believed her instead. It takes a big person to admit their mistake and so fine. Maybe I should not have jumped to conclusions. But even so, if you had told her my secret, I would have forgiven you. It was the fact that I felt you had lied to me was why I was mad.
Commit yourself to making a lot of mistakes. Mistakes teach you important lessons. The biggest mistake you can make is doing nothing because you’re too scared to make a mistake. So don’t hesitate—don’t doubt yourself. In life, it’s rarely about getting a chance; it’s about taking a chance. You’ll never be 100 percent sure it will work, but you can always be 100 percent sure doing nothing won’t work. Most of the time you just have to go for it! And no matter how it turns out, it always ends up just the way it should be. Either you succeed or you learn something. Win-Win. Remember, if you never act, you will never know for sure, and you will be left standing in the same spot forever.
I just really don’t understand!! Your only a teenager why do you want to get pregnant and get married! Someone please tell me why a 15 year old girl WANTS to get pregnant, ruin her education and get MARRIED!!! I mean I know your “in love” and I get the feeling because every teenager has been there before but don’t you think about the future?? Your “husband/boyfriend” isn’t even going to college or pursuing a set career, how is he going to support you!? As I grew up, my mother always told me that it was so hard emotionally and financially having me as a teenager and I saw her struggles and her and my father divorced. I don’t want that. I never want that. I want to have kids and them be able to have a fantastic life, not a struggling life like mine watching my mom and dad suffer. For the price of me, my mom didn’t get to study abroad in Japan and it took my dad longer to finish his Bachelor’s.
I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND why you want to have kids at 15!?!?! Or 14?!?
This sounds mean but WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!???
"Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her."
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.”
I just want to forget everything that happened last night… I wish it never happened but it did and all we can do is learn from it. Even though he said such hurtful things to me, maybe I deserved it? I put so much shit on him about not being man enough… Idk…maybe it was easy to forgive him because I know I deserved it…even after all of the mean, hurtful, heart-breaking things he did to me I still took care of him. Drunk people can not take care of drunker people. Pretty much he was just puking all over my hands and himself and almost no one cared to help us. I was drunk as ever but I still TRIED to hold the plastic bag. Even though I hated him so much, a part of me cared enough to still be there and pat his back. Even though I planned to be gone in the morning before he woke up, I still wanted him to sleep beside me. Even though I was afraid of him and looked at him differently because of the situation, I still wanted him to be the only one to hold me. “Why am I so forgiving?” I asked myself…and to that question I answered “Because maybe…just maybe he’s worth it all and this is what I am supposed to do. I am supposed to forgive him and forgive myself.” He is my best friend. Every girl says that about their boyfriend, but this guy…he’s really my best friend. I tell him everything. I can be my ugliest around him and he still loves me for who I am. I do crazy stuff for and with this guy. We can watch TV for hours, play sports together, play guitar together, we can play COD for hours! We push and strive each other to make infinite goals. We criticize but also understand one another. We know how to make each other mad and make each other happy. We laugh at our farts and laugh at our silly faces. We tickle one another endlessly and we can never forget each other’s smile and the charm in each other’s eyes.
This is why I did not let go…because I remembered why I held on for so long.