you smile at me in total defiance of all decency
too much reading. a potentially really interesting project for one of my classes that's going to require a lot of work. and one class i loathe.
i threw in the towel at 11:30 last night and just went to bed. while this made getting up for 8 AM section easier, it also meant geting basically nothing done.
i feel bad about some of the things that I feel would improve life right now. My parents tell me I should not expect so much strength from myself but I find this very odd coming from them who raised me so much to be independent. to my continuing laundry list of ways in which feminism fucks women up, the expectation of independence, of not needing, when not met becomes a problem in and of itself. Not only are you upset about something, but you're upset because part of you feels as though being upset about it is a sign of some kind of deficiency, unacceptable weakness.
Clearly happiness is not defineable solely as the absence of pain. Good things have to happen.
EDIT: Today seems like a good day to dress like i'm still in the ninth grade. Converse and rubber bracelets and pigtails and a tank top with cherries on it.
i threw in the towel at 11:30 last night and just went to bed. while this made getting up for 8 AM section easier, it also meant geting basically nothing done.
i feel bad about some of the things that I feel would improve life right now. My parents tell me I should not expect so much strength from myself but I find this very odd coming from them who raised me so much to be independent. to my continuing laundry list of ways in which feminism fucks women up, the expectation of independence, of not needing, when not met becomes a problem in and of itself. Not only are you upset about something, but you're upset because part of you feels as though being upset about it is a sign of some kind of deficiency, unacceptable weakness.
Clearly happiness is not defineable solely as the absence of pain. Good things have to happen.
EDIT: Today seems like a good day to dress like i'm still in the ninth grade. Converse and rubber bracelets and pigtails and a tank top with cherries on it.