Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery star Honey kisses, clouds of fog Sugars shrugging off Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with radio cures Electronic surgical words Picking apples for…
There is a reason I don’t listen to Wilco— it makes me fucking cry. Lame? Perhaps. But thanks for posting this Meghan, love yoo. Come back to KC!
I am not going to lecture because you know I rarely get on a soap box and shit like that. There’s a whole industry that exists partly because of train wrecks like Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears and we go along with this. We comment, condone and gossip about sorry cases like that.
Oh Jesus Christ, give me a break. You know what I LOVED when I was nine? Popular music. The Backstreet Boys. I would have died to be in a music video, but alas, no famous parents here. A little girl playing dress up is nothing new— this one just happens to be doing it on camera. Children, no matter what their age, fantasize, idealize, and emulate teen-and-adulthood. Mixing that natural instinct with (super ephemeral and temporary) celebrity is not necessarily a recipe for disaster. Will Smith seems like he would be a pretty good dad— this girl probably has a pretty solid foundation.
I’m also sick of the media demonizing young celebrities for partying just like the rest of us under 25 do. Get off your damn high horse.
my sense of identity would be in jeopardy. It’s sometimes a struggle to know myself. I wish I could trace my steps back to the day when I got like this. Every new day is different, too, a step forward or backward, an unpredictable dance.
I don’t update this blog often. Sometimes I don’t know what to say, and other times I am too busy or lazy to say it. I don’t talk about my feelings. I can tell you what I think about anything, but you will never understand what it means to me.
I used to think I was strong, but sometimes I feel like the world hates me for being me, for being a girl who doesn’t follow the rules. I have no friends. I have always been attracted to the cliche ways of “men,” seen so much of their bluntness and bravery in myself, but now I feel like I can’t completely relate to either gender. Everyone sucks. It’s as if society is polarizing me, showing me that sexism has a face, and its the face of man. I want to be around people who inspire me.
I used to think that your gender did not determine what characteristics you have, and I know in my heart that is still true, but so many stereotypes exist for a reason. They say I’m a pessimist, but these people have made me joyless. I expected better, and they proved me wrong. People are ignorant, no matter what lies between their legs.
No more. I’m done being afraid. I am polarized by my own fear of failure and I’ve let society trick me into thinking it’s because the world is against me. The world doesn’t give a shit. I’m my own problem.