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Hey Cruel WorldI have a passionate hate for the way the we walk this earth, and live our narrow lives.
Our only purpose is to please, we must excel, we must live up to to all expectations.
Do we ever think that we ask too much?
We must have outer beauty, if we aren't we have no worth.
Inner beauty isn't important and neither is accomplishments.
We are all brainwashed to develop a false belief of the way someone is and their worth, by their appearance.
We are brainwashed to think we are the superior species.
But are we any better than the animals? No they are better than us.
We are not raised by family, we are raised by the media, our brain is stolen by the media.
We criticize someone by they way they live their lives, it doesn't matter that they are happy.
If they aren't like us then it won't do.
If they don't live like us then they are treated as the ground beneath us.
Whether it is our intelligence,
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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