F*ck It

Okay. Let’s start off with who I am. My name is Tatom Rose, and I am 18 years old. That’s all you really need to know for now, so let’s actually get started. I’m gonna be using this as a rant page, so I apologize in advance for any mature language, and I guarantee you that there will be cuss words, similar to the title, with no little stary thingy. I advise you not to read this if you are perfectly happy with the world that we live in today, as that is what I will be ranting about 99.99% of the time. First of all, why should anyone but you get a say in how you want to live your life? If you are an 18 year old white girl and you aren’t happy with your life, who has the right to tell you that you can’t change your life? Because, as we grow up, they say to be whoever we want, but if that goes against society, then OH NO, it’s suddenly not okay. They tell us that if we aren’t happy with something then we should change it, but if it goes against what the judgmental bitch thinks, then OH NO you can’t change that. You’re going to tell me that I can only be unhappy with and change certain things in MY LIFE? Oh Hell No. You know what? I live in Fucking America. For those of you that do not live in America, I don’t know whether I should say sorry, or good for you. If I want to go from being a white girl to a Puerto Rican man and move to Puerto Rico and learn their cultures and beliefs, then I don’t give a fuck what you think, because it’s my life and I’m gonna live it how I want. And guess what? I’m gonna get judged for it. Because in this generation, you get judged for every little thing you do. Whether it’s “good” judgment or “bad” judgment, no one likes being analyzed and critiqued down to every last detail. Don’t you think I do that when I look in the mirror every morning? Don’t you think that I know all of my flaws by memory by now? Like how I have fucking fat hips and thighs but a skinny waist, or fat ankles, or the tiny little stretch marks down the side of my hips. Every single morning, teenagers pick themselves apart with every little flaw that we see to the point where we think we look the complete opposite of what we actually look like. And then, being silently AND openly judged by every single person that we pass, seeing their eyes look us up and down with a disgusted look on their face. Or when we get a compliment and have to give a fake smile and a polite “thank you” before we turn away so that they don’t see the tears in our eyes because of how disgustingly ugly we think we are. Okay, before I fucking blow this website up, I think I’m done for tonight. I’m not sure how often I’ll be updating this, so yeah

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