what the actual fuck i think this has been the perfect time to ever write something, especially as a teenager because damn i am not feeling myself these days and i am not liking the person to whom i am evolving too, too much excessive eating, too much time on social media oh and my new phone i think that my new is phone is the root of all my miseries. it is true. all of the essays i have written till date have been leading me up to this. yes. and to study ughhh i just cannot i do not know why. i have four days left and i will be back and writing about all of them but i hope i do not survive. i do not know what i am writing at this point, to probably cringe at this stuff later and puke but it is okay just remember the feeling of warmth and love in his arms:))
why cant we women just like live without boys. why do we have to spend late nights obsessively talking about them while they probably don't even give a damn about you and are probably talking to an another girl. it's always us who are the victims right? and it is so so sad. can't we just talk about ourselves and how amazing we are. i don't think we need boys to live, we can be happy and contended within ourselves to right? we have beautiful minds but all we want to do is open instagram and obsess over that silly lil boy, who's probably calling you a whore. but you dont give a damn right all you care about is how good he looks. utter bullshit. that's why i think i relate to jo march so much. and right now i am crying for that reason and for the first time i compulsively with my whole heart hate hate hate men. don't get me wrong over here i am not hating over men here, well i am but more that that i am more angry at ourselves, us pretty girls who have let thes...
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