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๐ฆน โโโ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ โโโ ๐ฆน
โwhatโs your favorite color?โ
I say black.
But they say itโs a shade.
a shade? but throughout my life i was told it was color.
did they lie?
my head hurts.
is it a shade or a color?
my thoughts feel all jumbled.
what is a shade.
what even is a color?!
what if black wanted to be a color?
would you deny it?
i feel like black sometimes.
im a color. I know it. but they swear,
IM A SHADE.
even if i was a shade, canโt i be a color? a normal color?
maybe itโd be too hard. no one would understand.
so instead of black,
I say red.
thatโs what everyone around me says.
Because its a color.
๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ. โ
๐ฆน โโโ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ ๐น๏ธ โโโ ๐ฆน
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โdo I look different?โ
โโโโโโโโ- ๊งโฉโฌโฉโฌ๊ง -โโโโโโโโ
A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.
But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?
โIโm too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.โ
โIf I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe itโll hide my obvious interest in men.โ
Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because heโs so handsome, and sheโs so gorgeous.
โJust donโt be gay. Thatโs weird.โ
Iโm weird.
Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, youโre skinny. Oh fuck, now youโre fat and stupid!
But.
Have you eaten lately?
โYou look different now.โ
โYouโre different.โ
I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.
I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.
Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?
There is so much hate.
Weโre only kids. we canโt be kids forever. Donโt you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Donโt cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.
Keep us safe.
โI canโt stop crying. Iโm so hungry but mom says Iโll be skinny soon.โ
Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. Theyโre healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?
โYouโre so fat.โ
And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes โpopularโ with the girls and the jocks and sheโs finally happy?
Throwing up your food makes you happy?
You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But letโs face the facts.
weโre just kids and the world is laughing at us.
Donโt you remember? Climbing up on daddyโs lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. Butโ even then. We were so mean.
โI know my dad, do you?โ
โMy mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!โ
โMy mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?โ
โMy dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.โ
โMy mom looks at me weird after dad left.โ
โI donโt see my parents much.โ
I donโt think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like weโre the ones in the wrong.
โDepression isnโt real.โ
โTeenagers are so exhausting.โ
โSo dramatic.โ
โItโs not a big deal.โ
To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. Weโre dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. Itโs not like weโre a whole new generation. No! Weโre just dumb kids.
I donโt blame them. Their parents werenโt exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,
โoh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!โ
I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.
hey. I think I like this guy.
I should totally go for it, right?
They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.
โHey, can you send?โ
What? Send what?
โNudes. Duh.โ
Iโve never done that. she says.
โDonโt be a fucking baby.โ
Iโm with family.
โJust go in your bathroom.โ
she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I donโt get the appeal.
I donโt get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just donโt be a dick!
Be a kid.
Iโm tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. Iโm an idiot.
I know!
They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. Itโs the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. Iโm tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.
why canโt I be DIFFERENT?!
I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.
Moral of the story? Be kind.
Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.
โDo I look different?โ
โโโโโโโโ- ๊งโฉโฌโฉโฌ๊ง -โโโโโโโโ
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๐ โ ๐ง๐๐ฐ.
โ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ.
๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ.
๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎโ๐ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐ช๐๐.
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐๐ฎ.
๐พ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ค๐.
๐ ๐ง๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ค๐ช๐จ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ.
๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ข๐๐ก๐๐โ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐โ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐จ.
๐๐๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐จ. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง. ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐จ.
๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐จ.
๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐ก ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ.
๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฎ, ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐จ.
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ช๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐.
๐พ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ง๐.
๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ฟ๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ .
๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ง.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ก ๐ง๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐,
๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ค๐ช๐จ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ.
๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐จ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ข๐๐๐งโ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ข๐๐๐ง.
๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐จ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐ค๐ค๐ข.
๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐จ
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐. โ
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