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I've come to realize from these 2 weeks of school that my life will never get better. I wasn't mean't to be happy or to succeed or to date or get married. I'm one of those mistakes that people shun. Whatever. I wish suicide was easy. I should be dead by now.
Making friends doesn't help. I have four friends, maybe five. That's it. That's less than most people. And being positive really hasn't helped me at all. Boys still treat me like shit and I'm the girl everyone makes fun of because I look stupid in my outfit or my hair looks dumb or my makeup sucks or I'm just plain fat or ugly. Whatever.
Dee, you will NEVER suceed if you have such a pessemistic attitude.
I could go all motivational speaker on your ass like I would do for everyone else, but here's what I'm going to say to you.
I'm saying this ONCE. LISTEN TO ME!
You will never amount to anything because you simply aren't trying hard enough. You may be trying hard, but it isn't hard enough. Step up your game. Every second you spend bitching about how pathetic you are is a second lost to actually making something of yourself.
I'm not doing anything except being in class like everyone else and still people make comments about me. I only talk to my friends because I know how people think of me and they make it vocal. What is there to do anyways? People have made it clear what's wrong with me, things I can't really fix. So then what?
I might as well get hit by a car or jump off a ten-story building. People wouldn't miss me or care.
While what Zach said was quite harsh, it is the truth. Everything is perception and perception is everything. You obviously do SOMETHING that makes them feel the need to call you out. It isn't your hair, face, body, ass, legs, teeth, eyes, clothes, makeup- its how you hold yourself. You're an easy target. Time to throw a finger to the haters.
And on the subject of 5 friends, well, I maybe have 8 or 9.... @Pokemon Master can attest to this. I'm only slightly fucked up.
"A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance".- T.S. Eliot
I'm not doing anything except being in class like everyone else and still people make comments about me.
See? Not trying!
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Originally Posted by Lethe
What is there to do anyways?
Everyone beats on you because you beat on yourself. Step one, look away from your own delusional and ridiculous self-image and see what EVERYONE ELSE ON THE ENTIRE FORUM SEES! You don't know who you are. I know that's a stretch to say, because you're in your own body. But you don't know you. We know you better. We have an outside view, and we see just how irrational you're being.
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Originally Posted by Lethe
People have made it clear what's wrong with me, things I can't really fix. So then what?
So they're wrong. They don't know what kind of person you can be. you don't either. The human brain is a marvelous instrument. It will get you much farther than your body will. I GARUNTEE
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Originally Posted by Lethe
I might as well get hit by a car or jump off a ten-story building. People wouldn't miss me or care.
That's bullshit and you know it. You're being ridiculous, irrational, and just plain stupid.
Whatever. If I don't look "confident" just by sitting in class, then everyone else must be absolutely perfect and no one has any need to tease them for things that are supposedly "not true" all of the damn time. Do you see the flaws in your logic?
It's more physical than you realize. People don't like looking at things that aren't physically appealing. I wish I could disappear beneath a rock or a hole in the ground, and not have to deal with society. Society only accepts beautiful, good people with talents.
It's more physical than you realize. People don't like looking at things that aren't physically appealing. I wish I could disappear beneath a rock or a hole in the ground, and not have to deal with society. Society only accepts beautiful, good people with talents.
Then I'm fucked.
"A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance".- T.S. Eliot