March 2012
137 posts
Society: Every girl is beautiful.
Fat girls: Really?
Skinny girls: Really?
Curvy girls: Really?
Scene girls: Really?
Preppy girls: Really?
White girls: Really?
Black girls: Really?
Society: Wait let me be more specific
Society: You need to have boobs the size of Canada, an ass that will put Nicki Minaj to shame, perfect porcelain skin with nary a single blemish, straight white teeth that will blind somebody that looks at them without sunglasses, hair that is thick and flows like a waterfall made of rainbows and unicorn tears, eyelashes that will touch your forehead and look natural doing it, soft hairless skin, and a smolder that will fry a chicken in a basket. You also have to be a size 00 because guys love it when they can see your ribcage.
Girls:
Society:
Girls:
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Society: Why is everybody getting depressed all of a sudden?
I know how horrible it is to fight with fear and...
Stop judging.
PERSON: I cut myself.
SOCIETY: Stop looking for attention.
PERSON: I don't eat because food terrifies me.
SOCIETY: I never thought you'd be one of those people who starve themselves because they want to be thin.
PERSON: I battle myself not to throw up my food.
SOCIETY: You're so stupid, that won't make you any thinner.
PERSON: I'm suicidal.
SOCIETY: You don't even know what suicidal means.
PERSON: I'm socially anxious.
SOCIETY: You're so awkward, stop bringing the mood down.
PERSON: I don't go to school because I don't know how to cope anymore.
SOCIETY: You don't go to school because you're lazy.
PERSON: I need somebody to talk to.
SOCIETY: You're always so full of yourself.
PERSON: I smoke marijuana because I like it, that's all there is to it and that's all you need to know.
SOCIETY: That's so bad for you, why do you do this to yourself?
PERSON: Sometimes I just like to get drunk.
SOCIETY: You're such an alcoholic.
PERSON: I slept with that person because I wanted to feel loved.
SOCIETY: I don't care what problems you have, that's not the way to get it.
PERSON: I smoke cigarettes, that's just who I am.
SOCIETY: Cigarettes are so gross.
PERSON: I lash out on people because I'm angry inside and I'm doing whatever I can to survive.
SOCIETY: You're so rude, don't be such a bitch.
PERSON: I have depression.
SOCIETY: Depression doesn't exist.
PERSON: I'm gay/lesbian/bisexual.
SOCIETY: You're going to hell.
PERSON: I'm just going to stop telling people things because theres always something wrong with the person I am.
SOCIETY: You won't get help if you keep your problems to yourself.
PERSON: I can't tell anyone anything because I'm going to be labelled. I'm just going to have to learn to deal with things myself and hope everything works out.
SOCIETY: Why don't you tell us things anymore?
Me: Breathe if you find me attractive.
Entire human race: *dies from lack of oxygen*
