OH WE’RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION.


wahay it is 5am and I feel like writing! Actually I just feel like posting something.
Rant ahead:
I am so bored of hearing all these girls talk about how they’re better than other girls because they aren’t interested in wearing makeup or heels or cutoffs. And how they’re better than those girls because they wear tshirts and sneakers and read BOOKS LIKE OMG WOW YOU READ BOOKS!!! GOOD FOR YOU!!!
Before I continue: I am not the kind of saintlike monk type person who doesn’t judge and totally accepts everyone for who they are. I still judge, and I have a 5 second delay before I remember to not judge by appearances. Even though she may dress like a (insert word of choice here), it’s her choice and has nothing to do with me.
Ok now that I have clarified that I can go on with my rant.
What, just because a girl focuses on her appearance (makeup, nice clothes, etc.) she can’t also enjoy books and tv shows and movies and whatever “nerd” crap other people like? That just because she takes good care of her skin and hair and dresses well she’s probably a dumb airhead and probably doesn’t “read”
I am so sick of people thinking they’re better than everyone else just because they don’t do a certain thing or they do a certain thing. And maybe it’s because I am sick of myself doing that.
As a fellow teenage girl, I honestly don’t give a shit. Unless you have bad posture and your top and shoes just don’t GO, then I’d probaly badmouth you but that is mostly because I badmouth everyone because I am a bitter, grumpy cow. Just because someone else doesn’t like the things you like doesn’t automatically make them below you. Perhaps you just have shitty taste in things and that is why no one likes what you like. (joking. maybe.)
It’s reached the stage where I see so many of these aforementioned girls who spend a lot on clothes and makeup that I don’t really give it a second thought anymore. Hey, you wanna wear short shorts and a top that resembles lingerie? Sure. You wear pajamas out and week old jeans? Whatever lah just don’t come near me.
Bottom line is, IF SOMEONE CHOOSES THE OPTION OF LOOKING GOOD, MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE THEY LOVE THEMSELVES AND THEY WANT TO LOOK THE BEST THEY CAN BECAUSE LOOKS ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO SOME PEOPLE.  AND IF YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, AND ALSO LOVE YOURSELF, THEN THAT’S FINE. YOUR FACE,YOUR CHOICE. JUST DON’T OVERGLORIFY IT AND CALL THESE GIRLS BIMBOS BECAUSE OBVS VAIN PEOPLE HAVE LOW IQs RIIIGHT.  OVERGLORIFYING HEELS OVER SNEAKERS IS ALSO NOT NICE. OVERDOING ANYTHING IS NOT NICE.
I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH BEING VAIN. AT ALL. AND I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH NOT BEING VAIN EITHER.
I am sorry for yelling.
Okay this is partly inspired/triggered by my friend (i think i can call her that), Karen. Karen is almost 6ft tall and supermodel gorgeous and she rarely wears proper pants and shirts. Your first impression of her, if you’re a normal judgy person, would be that she is of below average intelligence and because she’s pretty she is probably a stuck up snob. Which she kinda is, at first, but she’s actually rather nice. And she reads. And arts. And occasionally misspells words but that is not the point.
SO YES, TRY NOT TO JUDGE BY APPEARANCES, BECAUSE MOST OF THE TIME PEOPLE ONLY LET YOU SEE THE PART OF THEM THEY WANT YOU TO SEE.
And if you’re mean and you wear makeup, I dislike you. If you’re mean and wear jeans and tshirts, I probably also dislike you.
It may or may not be because I am a misanthrope.

 

 

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TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME.


um. hi. I feel pretty bad right now because, well, I haven’t posted all the things I said I would. Also it is 5am and I should be sleeping but hey, I’m going through a thing.

And because I am feeling particularly generous today I shall share a useful bit of information to all you idiots out there:

HAVING.

FEELINGS.

SUCK.

ESPECIALLY if they are for someone else like FAK U NO YOUR FEELINGS ARE YOURS AND ONLY YOURS YOU ARE NOT OBLIGED TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANYONE/EVERYONE. AND ESPECIALLY, ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE ROMANTIC FEELINGS.

Okay so I’ve been writing to a friend who lives on the other side of the planet and we’ve been corresponding through tumblr’s mail thingy (which pretty much sucks but it’s bearable) and we have concluded that there is no friggin point dating and being all lovey-dovey during your teenage years because:

1: we are teenagers and our hormones are still running riot and therefore we are idiots

and

2: crushes suck.

That is all.

Oh,  I almost forgot,

3: Thea is a hypocrite who hates others because she hates herself and she also gives terrible advice and she is bitter because of THING.

What is the thing, you may wonder. Well, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was girl. Girl lived in africa before moving to civilization. Girl then joins “cool” clique. Girl turn cool/bad. Girl go through thing and has regret and heart-to-heart with eVery1. Den girl say she wan do betta. den she do the do. The end.

But that is not my story. My story is a little more tragic and sadistic and a little complicated with just a pinch of drama and a whole lot of GODDAMMIT THEA WHY JFC WHYYYY thrown in.

I thought writing this and making it public would help me with my feels but it is not helping and now I feel like hanging myself. But I am unfortunately incapable of tying a noose.

So basically I was more of an idiot than usual and I developed feelings for this great gentleman who may or may not have felt the same way and it was the “may or may not” that was the problem. Y’see kids, sometimes it is SO MUCH EASIER when you tell someone how you really feel and not be a vague little bitch about it. That way, you probably won’t have as many miscommunications and you will know if the other person likes you back or not!!!! I know it’s hard for some people, but life would be much easier if everyone were just a little more honest. And when I say honest I mean honest about their feelings like if a nickname a friend calls you offends you you should probably tell them that but if you don’t like someone’s curtains you should probably just keep it to yourself idk it’s not really considered being honest it’s just being unnecessarily direct. And rude.

Also I think it would be nice if everyone just admitted they like each other if they do. What exactly is the point of keeping it a secret, there’s  a 50-50 chance he or she likes you as well! Unless they’re already in a relationship then you probably shouldn’t wreck it because teenage girls are nasty. And also rude.

Yeah so my kokoro got brokoro and I chose to have it broke-ACTUALLY NO I DID NOT, SOMEONE WAS OVERREACTING. AND I WAS IN SHOCK. AND VERY CONFUSED BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU IT SUCKS NOT KNOWING WHAT YOU ARE TO SOMEONE.

Yeah.  I guess that was the whole point of this post, to say that it is absolutely horrible to not know what you are to someone. Even if you think you’ve already broken things off, but you’re not sure, it’s a feeling that kills you inside. It is one of the worst emotional pains and one of the worst things you could ever do to someone; but the thing is, you might not even know you’re doing it, and if you are vaguely aware of it but decide to just let the other person deal with it ~EFF YOUUUU EFF YOU VERY VERY MUUUCH~.

this is starting to sound like a whiny brokenhearted 12yo girl post but wtvr. I don’t think I can do this anymore. But I have to continue this post.

It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.

Because it’s as if having feelings wasn’t bad enough so you have to deal with not knowing if he or she feels the same way. It’s like having a bipolar ferret who you think loves you because he sometimes lets you cuddle him but most of the time he just bites. It is like the ferret only about a dozen times worse. Because animal bites heal, while wounds of the heart are a different matter. And when I say heart I mean the metaphorical one not like you have a gaping wound in your chest kinda thing.

So yes, I am pretty sad. I’m always moody but this is a different kind of sad. Partly because things did not go the way I expected them to, and partly because I did not act the way I wanted to. But it is too late for all that and now I shall end this post with a song I’ve been listening to over and over again because the lyrics struck a chord with me, most of P!atd’s songs are fantastic and they have great, catchy lyrics but this is the first one that actually reminded me of someone because the lyrics suit that person so well.

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