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Milana
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Apr 16, 2009 03:02PM

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sexism!!! most guys r %^&*ing stupid. i dont understand how some guys think girls r less than they r!!!!!


It's just like when guys say they're smarter than girls, and then the girls say they're smarter than the guys. Some people are just made to be f***ing stupid. I know how 'ya feel.

At the school I go to, if your bra strap is showing, you get a referral. Even if your wearing a T-shirt and it accidentally shows. Dress code is good for the most part, because some kids wear clothes that they shouldn't wear to school. For example, boys' low pants. There's no reason for us to need to see the boys' underwear. Like in the other discussion, it's about being comfortable with your classmates.


because you have no boobs? Okay well to distract you from our awkwarfd feeling you may read this!:I listened to the weary goodbye of my tired friend off to take her shower after our recently started work out routine. My heart wrenched in pain and I decided to take a shower too. I stripped not caring if anyone was watching, then I stepped in. It took me a few minutes to get the water warm to the point that I could stand. I sat down on the floor organizing all of the shower materials I might use. I put red body wash on half of my white heart shaped sponge and orange body wash on the other half. I scrubbed myself and then I held the heart shaped sponge to my chest and squeezed it letting white liquid foam pour over it. I realized when your heart wrenched it was crying, crying because of the pain it’s in. I held it closer and squeezed a few more times, and then I set it down to let it cry on its own.
I shifted my body so I could barley feel the water; I don’t know why I felt so down, so small. I picked up the razor and started shaving my legs remembering the ridiculous night I had cut myself for the first time, I was experimenting with materials in my room, none created blood though not like what I was about to do. Then I remembered the one tiny bloody cut I had gotten from shifting the razor awkwardly upward, it had blood!
Unlike most emo people I don’t cut for pain, I cut for blood. I love blood, mostly my own, I love watching it spill, and spill. I cut for blood not for cutting, I do not cut if I do not get blood, I love blood.
I felt so down and so dazed I put down the yellow razor which I had befriended and picked up the smooth bright red one. I slowly removed the blade covering from the red razor, so sleek and smooth. I held one blade up so the rest were worthless and swiped it quickly across. There was a sting, it hurt but then I saw it: the dotted red line that was beginning to bleed. I watched it become liquid as the water dripped on it and I moved it out of the stream of water. I watched my little red baby bleed on my upper thigh with glee. Never have I ever seen such a bright scarlet line.
I find it very effective

