LONG TIME NO SEE!!!!!! This time it has actually been a really long time….

How are you guys? How’s life treating y’all? I wish I was coming back with a brand new attitude and happy but no. Still miserable. Funny thing is I haven’t done shit to fix my life. I’m so lazy. Why is that? Why do I have goals but am not prepared to put in the work? Danm V, too many questions at once. Anyways, I’m back. I think. I don’t know, we’ll see.

Until next time, cheers

We want FREE

Tampons, pads, etc. should be free! I don’t think people (men) who don’t have to deal with menstraul pain and blood coming out of our vaginas understand how much money actually goes out every month.

Firstly tampons, depending on what brand, tampons can be from 5 dollars up to 10 dollars. Then for us ladies that think our tampons might leak our we just don’t feel comfortable enough without a panty liner, those can cost between 3 dollars and 11. Now don’t forget our pads, our loving pads that make us feel like we are wearing a diaper every night before going to sleep, cost us somewhere between 5-10 dollars. Not to mention the ladies that want couch/bed protectors, meds to relieve the pain, our clothes that get ruined, the unhealthy food that we eat and then feel bad over, oh and the mood swings, our lovely mood swings and I can’t forget to mention the fact that we still have to turn up to school/work and be a BOSS.

Periods are not cheap, not to our wallets and certainly not to our mental health.

Why I’m Not “Good People”

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I’m not a nice person.

I’m not a good person.

I’m not a kind person.

This isn’t to say that I don’t ever try to be any of these three things.  I do, especially the last two.

It’s more to say that, for me, surviving in this cissexist, racist, ableist, heteronormative, classist, often fucked up world of ours has involved rejecting the idea that “good” and “bad” are static states of being.  I will never be a “good person” because, to me, “good” is not something that you achieve.  It’s an ongoing process that never ends.

It is, in fact, almost impossible not to be doing bad things as well as good when you are human and therefore flawed.  Especially when you are part of a messed up system, as we all are.

This, to me, is why it’s important to call out bad behavior, or hurtful language, or even…

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Long time no see

Hey bloggers. How’s life? My life is normal. Having my ups and downs but I’ve started to accept the downs and tried to change them into something good.

I’ve been quite busy. These last couple of days my class has been in a different city, participating in an UN-role play. We’ve had so much fun together and I realized how much I love and adore my class and school.

I also really got to understand how much my teachers care about us. Can you imagine that they took the time and actually put up with our annoying asses complaining all the time about how much we want to go home? Haha, I really can’t and I am so thankful for them. My friend and I actually plan on giving them flowers or a little gift. That’s the least that we can do.

Anyways. I got a busy couple of days ahead of me so the updates will be very bad. Bye lovies

Have you ever?

Have you ever been in so much pain? Not the kind of pain you get when you fall down or jam up your knee but real pain. Pain from within, pain that feels unbearable. Well I have.

I was reading “Revolutionary Road” by Richard Yates and it was just like something flipped. I could feel this dark cloud raising above me and I could feel how my chest was sinking in. It was like all of a sudden I lost all control of my body and I just started crying. I couldn’t stop, it was just me sitting there, all alone and crying. I couldn’t figure out why. I thought I was happy.. well as happy as you can be in this small town. I don’t know, I’ve understood that I will never be fully happy in this small town but I have learned to live with it but why am I feeling the way I’m feeling? Why does it feel like this?

Flashback to a couple of years ago when I was depressed, when I was really unhappy. I was around 15 and nothing was going good. My problems were the same as they are today and it ruined me, those problems ruined me. I hurt myself in ways that I just can’t write down. The mental pain I put myself through is out of this world and I hated what I did to myself. I was 16, going on 17 when I made it out of depression, my problems reamin but I learned to live with them and to keep track of them.

I am not happy anymore, actually I’m rather sad all the time and the thing is that I know why I’m sad but I can’t do anything about it. I try to be strong and I’m always happy so that I don’t show the people around me anything because they don’t take me seriously. If I tell them I’m having a bad day they just laugh it off and proceed with whatever they are doing so I’ve stopped. I have to take a couple days for myself and figure out my life.

I promised

I promised myself that I would post something every week, I didn’t.

I promised myself I would take care of myself, I didn’t.

I promised myself that I would prioritize school, I didn’t.

So many promises that I have made and I haven’t even tried to hold them. However there is still time for me to change and there is still time for me to make things right and that is exactly what I tend to do. I promised myself that by the end of the year I would have reached my goals and that, I promise I will.