Somewhere out there a girl is
suicidal but no one takes her seriously because you and your
friends treat suicide like a joke and now it’s just a
matter of bragging rights, like “I've tried it, you
haven’t?” So her peers rolled their eyes when she
said “I want to die tonight.”
Somewhere out there a kid is slitting his wrists because no one
listens to him and you’re calling this glamorous? Somewhere
out there is a girl with a toothbrush down her throat puking
blood into the shower drain. She will die on her knees, and you
have the nerve to call yourself 'kinda bulimic' because
you tried it once in 8th grade? F/uck you.
Somewhere out there someone is starving themselves but no one
will see it because all the girls around want to be thin. Now you
think it’s cute to be awkward, while somewhere out there is
a boy is too scared to leave his bedroom or to make eye contact
with strangers or to speak when he answers the phone and you
think that it’s trendy? It’s cool to be sick suddenly
and depression is a badge you’d like to brag about.
Somewhere a corpse is hanging from a rope. Now tell me how that
is glamorous? We've glorified sickness so now it is
meaningless. If you are so desperate to feel interesting that you
want to trivialize the sick just to make friends let me tell you
something: Interesting is being fleuent in nine different
languages. Interesting is a poem that hasn't been written.
Interesting is an artist who paints portraits of strangers on the
bus. It is interesting to care about people and it is interesting
to be kind. But if you’re so dull and stupid that you think
sticking a label of sickness to yourself will make you cool maybe
you should shut off the computer and leave your bedroom and go
learn something true.
Yes, we are all sad sometimes, and yes we want to be thin. We get
nervous when we meet new people. That is just human. That
doesn't mean you are sick or strange or fascinating.
Somewhere out there are people who really need help and they
struggle to be heard over the millions of teenagers screaming
“Hear me! Hear me! Hear me!” Just shut up. Realize
that you are lucky to be healthy and stop lying and trying
diagnose yourself and bragging because that is just
You aren't helping anybody. Learn the difference now between
sadness and depression, between hunger and anorexia, between a
problem and a dry spell. You are human and that makes you
interesting. An illness is a horrible tragedy and it is not
beautiful or news worthy. There is nothing glamorous about a slit
wrist or a corpse in a coffin and there is nothing glamorous
about wanting any of it.
It’s wrong and you need to