WBC Journalism Project

Here.
Cheeck it ouuut.

names

fake
bitch
whore

i've been these, called

ugly
loser
slut

these, too

wannabe
nerd
ugly duckling

oh, so familiar

but
i
don't
like it.

this isn't

me.

i'm sorry
i'm not all of these
things
you call me.
maybe want me

to be.

but i am me
and that is

beautiful.

Hello.

Hi. My name is, well I don't think you really care. I am the girl you laugh at. I am the girl you talk shit about. I am the girl who deals with you calling her pizza-face, nerd, boobs. I am the girl you say to her face that you hate her. I am the girl who tries so hard and is only rewarded with hatred.

And I am the girl who has it much better than all the others. I am the girl who luckily escapes the torment of gossip, of sabotage, and physical abuse. I am the girl who only suffers mentally, the girl who tortures herself more than others torture her. I am the girl who just lets others get to her.

But you are the people who abuse. You are the people I call 'friends', and you act nothing of a friend. You are the people who act nice, yet avoid me as much as possible. You are the people who deceive me and hurt me and feel you can get away with it. You are the people who make me want to kill myself. You are all to blame.

Who cares, though? You are the people who do not.

show me your teeth.

i'm sure they're beautifuul <3

Thank you.

For reminding me no one will ever love me. For reminding me you're waaay out of my league and I'm just an annoying, ugly little prick. Thank you for reminding me that I am worth nothing and I should just stop trying to be loved by someone like you because no one as good as you or him or him will ever love me.

Thank you for bringing my hopes up and making me think I was beautiful then crushing them like a bug. Thank you for doing what every. other. guy. did. Thank you for being a fake, a liar, a dick. I sure appreciate that.

No, I don't. Because I am fucking used to it. And I'm fucking tired of it. Thank you, for reminding me, that boys.

are.

stupid.


go back to fucking jupiter.

LOVE HOW EVERYONE'S BULLSHITTIN ME

great.

A woman is often measured

by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become. Because as every woman knows, measurements are statistics. And statistics LIE.

perfect.

for you, my darling,
i must be

perfect.
i must be

everything.

i am not sated
until i complete

you.
i cannot smile

without your smile.

darling i adore you

darling you fill me with joy.

i only hope i provide

the same

for you.

you are the reoccuring kind.

you never really leave my mind.