vibrant
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Joined: April 22, 2012
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user id: 294307
Joined: April 22, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 294307
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Reasons Why I left Witty:
Well, honestly I doubt any of you will care why. I was not and am not a popular witty user and I don't care to be.I left witty, because I was judged honestly. Ok, I like Justin Bieber. Does that make me a loser? Apparently. I get bullied enough for it at school and witty is supposed to be a safe haven, but guess not. Witty is more accepting of one direction fans, or anyone else. But I say I like Justin and suddenly everyone has gotta gang up and be mean about it. I'm sorry, but it's not really your place to judge my music taste and it's not really kind or fair. I've had people spit in my water bottles, yell vulgar things at me, and throw things. I have even had police officers make fun of me lol. I don't care anymore though because I love Justin and he makes me happy and that's that. Please don't argue with me in the comments please put yourself in my shoes.
When your mother hits you,
do not strike back.
When the boys call asking your cup. size, say A, hang up.
When he says you give him blue ba.lls, say you’re welcome.
When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-bu.tt her. Then head-bu.tt her.
When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red.
When you have s.ex for the second time and there is no co.n.dom, do not convince yourself that scr.e.wing between layers of underwear will soak up the se.men.
When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boy with the blue mohawk swal.lows your heart and opens his wri.sts, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vod.ka. Every time.
When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red.
When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a be.er bottle, your two good hands.
When your father locks the door, break the window.
When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little as.s, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife.
When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Bu.dwei.ser proposes, say no.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red.
When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know.
When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I f.ucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true.
When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late.
When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him.
When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him.
Do not regret this. Do not turn red.
When your mother hits you,
do not strike back. “
— Jeanann Verlee, Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair
I am so tired
of
People on this website romanticizing suicide, self harm, and depression. Just because you get sad every once in a while when you get grounded does not mean you are depressed. It does not make you suddenly cooler or vintage or hipster or whatever. I have seen people on here listing their (self diagnosed) mental disorders on their profile on here and I am just getting tired of people treating depression and self harm and suicide and anxiety like it's something they wish they had--like they want to be able to be able to "brag" abotu self harm and panic attacks. People need to realize that these are serious mental illnesses and should be treated seriously. There are people on this site that seriously suffer from these and so many people on here just self diagnose themselves and then just throw around words like depression and anxiety. Since when did people decide those things were "cute and quirky", they are serious. People need to stop glorifying these illnesses. It isn't going to make a boy stop and kiss your scars and tell you you're beautiful again and again and again. It would be nice if it did, but it doesn't. I don't know why it's suddenly "trendy" to hate yourself, but trust me, the people who actually do suffer from these do not welcome it.
People on this website romanticizing suicide, self harm, and depression. Just because you get sad every once in a while when you get grounded does not mean you are depressed. It does not make you suddenly cooler or vintage or hipster or whatever. I have seen people on here listing their (self diagnosed) mental disorders on their profile on here and I am just getting tired of people treating depression and self harm and suicide and anxiety like it's something they wish they had--like they want to be able to be able to "brag" abotu self harm and panic attacks. People need to realize that these are serious mental illnesses and should be treated seriously. There are people on this site that seriously suffer from these and so many people on here just self diagnose themselves and then just throw around words like depression and anxiety. Since when did people decide those things were "cute and quirky", they are serious. People need to stop glorifying these illnesses. It isn't going to make a boy stop and kiss your scars and tell you you're beautiful again and again and again. It would be nice if it did, but it doesn't. I don't know why it's suddenly "trendy" to hate yourself, but trust me, the people who actually do suffer from these do not welcome it.
if someone ever cheats
on me im going to invite them for a romantic candle lit dinner
in a deserted area and then im going to tell them stories about
how i killed my ex boyfriend in the woods because he cheated on
me and then im going to point to the trees and say
“actually those woods right over there” and then im
going to blow out the candle and
laugh