Constantly trying, always doing my best, making an effort to conform, to fit in. fucked up values, standards and norms. What the fuck is normal, functional or sane?
Groups of cool kids, circles of fashion-crazed queens, successful professionals. What a cruel mill one has to survive. Victims of fashion and body fascism. Guys and girls who look fabulous and are totally “in”. How about being fat, ugly, shy, meek, disturbed, paranoid, out of fashion, depressed or poor? Why are we cursed to be always trying to function? To fit in to a society that always contradicts itself? How about a bit of non conformity? How about some confusion and uncertainty? Don’t fucking call me insane. I don’t want your sanity or your fucked up bourgeois values.
Do I have to lose weight for you to love me? Do I have to be fawning so you can hire me? Do I need to wear Louis Vitton so you can appreciate me? Is it necessary to have perfect skin so you would go out with me?
Suicide seems like a sweet wish sometimes. Now is one of them.
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