I'm dying SquirtleThere is something people say that hurts so deeply, that makes me want to choke people, makes me want to cry each time it happens.It's something most people would kill to hear, ironically.Positive comments about my weight and body."You're so thin!""I wish I was your size.""You look great!""You're perfectly fine.""Ugh, I'd kill for your body - I'm so fat."Oh, god, when they say "I'm so fat" I doubly want to kill them.What has society devolved into? Perfectly healthy people want to look like me - malnourished, underweight, shadows and lines under my eyes, pale as a ghost, can't lay on the floor or sit in certain chairs because my bones poke the hard surfaces painfully.Once someone asked me how I got my "perfect tummy."I was not feeling well that day, so I replied in mocking anger; "Oh, you know. Depression, stress, apathy, starvation - just the usual!"I didn't receive a reply back for that one.Once a cousin was going on and on about my "perfect body" and how she was just soo
dumbassYou fucking retards,This shit is stupid simple,God fucking damn it.
We Always Learn the Hard WayI've always wanted to askA Muslim,"What is it like to feel the searing burn of scorn?"I've always wanted to askAn immigrant,"What is it like to be second-class?"I've always wanted to askThe disabled man,"What was it like to be a lesser being?"I've always wanted to askAn old woman,"What was it like to have no place?"I've always wanted to askThe elderly black,"What was it like during the Civil Rights era?"I've always wanted to askElie Wiesel,"What was it like in Nazi Germany?""How did you feel?"Since I met you,I don't need to ask anymore.I know.
Promise His FellowI could tell you that I'd make you proud to have me..."You're... filthy! Your room... oh goodness!"He looked up from the porn magazine he was reading, and smirked. "Come to wat--""No stupid, gross jokes! This is just... deplorable!"He rolled over in his bed, sitting at the edge, and made lewd movements."Stop that! You're horrible!" his fellow responded, looking with disgust. "Wash yourself! I mean it, seriously, just... you're... sick! Disgusting! Just... I-I can't even express..."The smirk was wiped off his face now. The unrestrained horror his fellow was expressing... actually made him feel bad about himself, for once.Looking around the room, he saw the stains on the bed, the nasty clothes everywhere, the knotted socks, and, even his underwear was gray and holey, though it had started white, while his greasy hair stuck to his forehead.He felt... ashamed.... but it would be a lie.I could tell you I'd help you through everything...He shuffled awkwardly with the
In Last Year's NotebookHave you ever drowned?Oh, I have a couple times.Well, obviously it's more like "almost drowned,"Because I'm pretty sure I'm still "here."It's scary, isn't it?I mean, obviously it is, but sometimes it's really scary.I'm talking about when nobody notices you're drowning.Completely helpless, you try to call out butEveryone's too far away or you're too busy drowning to be able to call.Choking, I mean.Oh, but the worst part is when they're lookingRight at you,But still don't see it.Might even yell at you to quit fooling around,To get back to the group,Or something like that.That really puts you in despair.And by the time somebody finally sees you,You've already gone under.Sometimes they pull you back up butIt's difficult to forget the darkness.
Crack CookiesWhat you will need:1 1/4 cup of all purpose flour. 1/4 cup of unsweented cocoa powder.1 cup of granulated sugar.3/4 cup of butter (melted, then cooled).1/4 teaspoon of salt.1/4 teaspoon of baking powder.1 tablespoon of almond extract (pure or artificial).2 eggs.Powdered sugar (aka confectioners' sugar).A medium bowl and a large bowl.Either a small-muffin pan, or whatever other pan with shallow dishes desired (nonstick or oiled; doesn't matter). You may need more than one.Preheat oven to 375 F (190.6 Celsius).Stir together flour, cocoa, salt, and baking powder in medium bowl.Beat sugar and eggs in large bowl with electric mixer at medium speed for 5 minutes, or until the mixture is light in colour and falls in wide-ish ribbons from beaters.Beat in dry mixture at intervals on low speed, until well blended (no chunks!).Beat in melted butter and almond extract until just blended.Spoon tablespoonfuls of batter into pan dishes; make sure not to fill too much, as the cookies do rise.
MotherMother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?"I don't trust those Mexicans.""You don't know if they're all Mexicans... and why not?""They can't speak English. Who knows what they're saying?""What are they going to do? Throw spicy meat at us?""Watch your smart-ass mouth... they'll probably bring their families here and take up all the jobs, too. You know, they won't hire white people.""...Because it's a Hispanic restaurant. For Hispanic food. Made by Hispanics.""No shit, smart-ass, but that doesn't mean they can't hire some poor white kids from the high school."Mother, do you think they'll like this song?"Mom, I'm trying to submit a poem to this contest...""Oh! Oh! A contest? You can submit one of mine--""No, I'm supposed to write it. I have some here...""....What? These? No, you can't submit these. You can't understand them. You won't win."Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?"Want to see my new pictures?""Hm? Sure."...."They're good, I