Don’t say you hate everything or everyone because you probably suck just as much as you think they do. Get over yourself and be happy, life is nice when you let it be. And while you’re at it, quit calling yourself “depressed,” “bipolar,” or saying you have “PMDD.” You’re fine. Don’t give yourself a fake mental imbalance to excuse your behavior. I’m sure people with actual behavioral problems would appreciate you not taking their struggles upon yourself. And even if you do have real problems, don’t talk about your personal life so openly; keep things private and learn some tact. Quit posting facebook status after facebook status of “witty” inside humor that only you cool trendy kids can understand. Quit bragging about your boring, repetitive college experiences. Stop telling everyone about how you party because you probably don’t go too hard, and if you do, you probably are an addict. Don’t post pictures on your tumblr of models wearing ugly outfits that are considered fashionable, or of sunsets with some quote photoshopped over it, from poets you’ve never heard of. You aren’t deep. Take off your ugly thrift- store-themed clothes from expensive stores in the mall. They look like garbage and you don’t enjoy them for any reason other than thinking you look cute because Vogue told you to. Quit reading Vogue, pick up some books at a library. Maybe let some taxpayer money contribute to something meaningful and not your EBT benefits that you use for beef jerky and Red Bull. Nicki Minaj sucks and so do all those white “socially aware” hiphop artists with no flow who say nothing unique or powerful. The celebrities you idolize are hollow and shallow human beings; look up to people who contribute something. Change the world and don’t just repeat quotes from Ghandi about it. Get up and create a movement. Make someone smile instead of taking your anger out on them. Stand for something because you want to represent it, not just because you want to have a scene. Care what everyone thinks, but don’t let it stop you.

Two for the show.

November 16, 2010

From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen as others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone.

 

Actually.

November 16, 2010

I just decided all I need to make me happy is some new tattoos. Realtalk.

“I want my home back,

November 16, 2010

I know that’s not an available option.
It’s the way that I’m walking in between a cradle and coffin.”

I can’t figure out what I want. And I don’t know how much longer I can expect people to sympathize with it.
I’m paycheck to paycheck and broke at 18. I guess I just never really pictured myself being so stuck this early in life.
And no, it’s not foolish complaining. It’s the truth. My entire life revolves around money.
Until I get money for covering my debt, I can’t even figure out what I’m going to do later in life.
I’m not even saying it’s specifically a terrible thing that I want to whine about.
At least I’m growing up faster than most of the people I know.
I’ve always been kinda in the middle of things like this, too.
I guess what I’m trying to get across is that I’m getting tired
of feeling like I don’t have a plan, and running off of energy and good moods instead of real progress.
But what am I even saying? I’m 18. Most people are still in school and living off their parents’ money at this age.
So maybe I’m just looking for something different, a  purpose moreso than a plan.
Hmmm. Imagine that.

Hiii wordpress! Lemme just say this: Change is grand. Self-improvement is my favorite thing and I stand by anyone’s decisions if they can say they did it to make themselves happier and can defend it. But people don’t seem to get it. In order to change yourself you need to accept what you don’t agree with. To brush off other peoples’ opinions as false, to reject them and not incorporate them into your stupid self-righteous plan of self-improvement, is complete garbage. It is completely contradictory to say you’ll listen to negative comments about yourself, not to understand them but to blow them off as the world’s problem. What everyone says matters because it gives insight to how you come off to people. Don’t become defensive about it when someone gives you constructive critisism. Moreso, don’t become rude to the people who actually care about you. Because if you’re not careful you’re going to lose the few who are willing to stand by you regardless of if you change. Think about it. And while you’re at it, I’ll get out of this pulpit.