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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

your nose is sad. stop picking on it.

17.7.10

'tell me a story.'

'about what?'

'whatever you want. what do you see?'

'i see an old man.'

'tell me a story about him.'

'see how he's hunched over?'

'yes.'

'well, he used to walk a lot straighter than that, you know.'

'is that so?'

'yep.'

'well, what happened?'

'well, he used to push his wife around.'

'that doesn't sound very nice.'

'well, she was in a wheelchair.'

'then it sounds very nice.'

'well, he used to push her around in her wheelchair.'

'and then?'

'and then.'

'well, what happened?'

'well, when he pushed her, he felt full. not like food-full. but full-full. like a balloon.'

'filled all the way up?'

'yes, all the way up.'

'then?'

'well, her wheelchair's empty now. i think he is, too.'

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.