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*first day of school*

TC to class: If you could describe your favorite person as a fruit, what would it be and why?

Me: Grapes because grapes make wine and wine gets finer with age

TC: ...

Me: ...kinda like you.

TC: ...what

Me: what

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Awkwardddd i just changed my bio age to 18.

But yeah I'm an "adult" now 😃 and I graduate soonn😼

also i got a full ride to my dream college WHICH ISN'T SOMETHING EVERYONE CAN SAY so I'm excited!! It's one of the top LA colleges in the nation

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It’s been while. Hope you’re well!

Thank you!! It's been bad in some ways (I'm kindaa homeless/couch surfing because i got into an argument with my mom over who she voted for and she kicked me out) and good in other ways! (I got a full ride to my dream college 🥳) the good has outweighed the bad!

I still am in contact with R (not often though) and he's very proud of me (:

Thanks for checking in and happy new year!

not me getting into a political argument with my mom and her kicking me out fr the day after my 18th birthday 😃👍🏼

love that for us

#help? lol

im ab to be 18 yay

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ok my ap gov teacher 👀 i'd peg him fr. nothing else 🙂

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barelyreality

Everytime I think about the shit going on in our world, I think of Ariel saying, “I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad” like goddamn she’d be so disappointed in all of us

Theres much more to live for than receiving attention from adult men. At 17 theres so much you have yet to experience & so many wonderful happy things ahead of you that will come with time and growth. I know because I was like you once. At 17 I was deeply suicidal & thought I’d never be loved or happy, but I was wrong. This is a difficult time in your life, but it wont always be this way. Focus on learning about yourself, one day you’ll look back & be proud of yourself for how far youve come.

thank you for caring enough to reach out to me I didn't expect anyone to see my post

i just have no discipline, no care for myself, no motivation, no ability to survive "life". I can't even do simply shit like homework, it's like my brain is setting me up for failure. My whole existence or "future" feels pointless because I'm never doing anything to help myself. I could be doing so many great things and be such a well rounded person but I'm not because I'm a dumbass person that sits in bed everyday doing nothing. I don't deserve any of my talents or skills because what do I do with them? I dont care about myself or my life and I can't change that no matter how much I try so why continue? I'm not going to do anything right with my life so what's the point I'm 17 and already burnt out of not only school but life. And I just can't take it anymore, every single day I hate myself for being lazy and not doing what I need to do to in order to get out of my current living situation around these toxic ass people. I'm going to end up stuck in this situation or similar situations but I can't even complain because when I want to help myself or do better, my brain says no and I sit in bed all day doing nothing helpful. And it's been like this for too long, how do you break out of something like that? and the fact that my grades were already kind of going down before spring break but now I'm in online school where school doesn't even feel real anymore and i haven't turned in so many assignments and we're not even one week in. I just feel like how would I survive college and what I want to do in life when i cant even do this?

The "older guy" thing isn't about love or wanting a guys attention though lol literally every almost suicide attempt ended with me thinking about the fact that I at the least don't want to die a virgin lol.

But yeah not existing just sounds relieving I just don't want to have to feel how I feel or be here anymore

and sorry if none of this makes sense I type fast

ik I don't post anymore but I gotta get this off my chest

I just need one attractive hopefully older guy to have sex with me just once so I can finally kill myself like I'm so tired of being here but I won't allow myself to die a virgin

I need an old attractive guy to text my act scores to so he can be proud of me and I can feel even better ab myself lol

trap-mind

just because I don’t start the conversation, doesn’t mean I’m not dying to talk to you

princessmaggss

@ people who add long, vulgar captions to every single photo they reblog...stop that

disgoth-deactivated20180319

the only thing i knew about sex at the age of nine was that

1) it was for mommies and daddies who were married;

2) it made me, my five year old sister, and my baby brother.

i learned everything i knew about sex from the internet while secretly browsing grownup sites on my 4th generation ipod touch i earned for doing so well at a piano recital. because of the nature of, you know, men and their internet porn, i learned that my sexual role as a woman was to be slapped and pissed on and tied up. i didn’t know what healthy sex was. i didn’t know it should be mutually consensual, or that it was okay to want sex with girls. i didn’t know that sex should be good for both people. i learned that sex would hurt, and that sex was about men and men only, and that i would be forced into sex whether i liked it or not, and that it was normal to have sex with big, burly, grown men as a teenager. i learned it was normal to cry during sex. i was scared of sex for so many years because of that, and the way i was exposed to sex at a young age led to the inappropriate and traumatic sexual encounters i had (occasionally with older people) later on in my teen years.

the day i got my first period, i was ten-and-a-half. i was swimming in the river with my best friend, and when i got out to go to the bathroom, i noticed brown blood on the inside of my mint-green tankini bottom. i knew what a period was, but i hid it from my mother in shame. she found out, eventually, of course. she told me, you have a woman’s body now, and if you have sex, you could have a baby. all i heard was, you have a woman’s body.

i started shaving my vulva when i was eleven, because i saw memes on memegenerator about how disgusting “hairy pussy” was. i wanted to be sexy. i was eleven years old, and all i wanted was to be sexy. it hurt, and it itched, and it made me uncomfortable, and i’d sometimes nick my labia with the razor, but i did it anyway, because i didn’t want to have a nasty, “hairy pussy.”

eleven was the age i first started getting pinched on the EL. i was an early bloomer: i had B-cup breasts already, and my menstrual cycle was regular enough that i could keep a calendar. i started wearing a full face of makeup to school and buying shorts that rode all the way up my skinny twelve-year-old thighs. i remember the day i stopped jumping off the swings the summer after fifth grade. skinned knees weren’t sexy. smooth, flawless legs were sexy, and i was a sexy girl. i was probably the sexiest little girl in the whole world. my parents hated it. they told me i was too young, but i knew the truth. my body was older, maybe 17 or 18, so my brain must be, too.

when i was twelve, i had a secret kik account that my parents didn’t know about. i used it to message strangers. i made all sorts of friends. i wasn’t stupid. i used a fake name. never showed my face. one of my friends asked me for a bra picture. i was a cool girl, right, i was sexy, so i sent him a picture of me in front of my bedroom mirror in my little white training bra with the blue butterflies.

sexy, he said.

that was all i wanted.

i’m not typing out all this bullshit because i think it’s something special. i’m typing it out because it’s not. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to my little sister. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to that little millie bobbie brown, sexiest actress at thirteen. i’m typing it out because i’m sixteen years old now, a girl in the eyes of the law and a woman in the eyes of men.

mothers, talk to your daughters. tell them to jump off the swingset and skin their knees. tell them to get dirt on their dresses. tell them that they’re a woman on their 18th birthday, not at ten-and-a-half on the first day of their menstrual cycle. the world is confused. the world is sick. if your daughters don’t hear about how to treat their bodies from you, they’ll hear it from the sick, sick world, and they’ll do the things i did.

let girls be girls.

don’t force womanhood on little girls.

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