HeatherB |
04-08-2013 07:07 PM |
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Originally Posted by soph-soph27
(Post 448643)
I'm glad I'm "a". "She's your associate now. I don't have any friends, just associates." Stupidest thing ever.
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I know right? It's like, gurl, you don't get it so please stop trying.
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Originally Posted by cheezemziez
(Post 448657)
You don't have to be perfect. Who can be? The people who I define to be as close to perfection as possible are massively flawed. But flaws, however massive or tiny, don't define the person. You're allowed to get bad grades. Of course you are. It doesn't matter as much as your wellbeing. And how on earth would they be able to physically stop you? Grades are really there to check your progress. Not to control it. You can think that you're ugly and hate yourself. You'd be completely wrong, and it's unjustified, but forcing you to think otherwise rather than convincing you isn't going to help. Beauty is subjective. Or, you know, in the eye of the beholder.
Killing yourself wouldn't get your parents' heads out of their asses. And it wouldn't be worth it even if it would.
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I understand. I don't believe in perfect. My parents, however, think that I am "the perfect daughter" for them and thus I must live up to their expectations or risk doing what I have essentially been doing all my life--disappointing them. And getting bad grades would certainly disprove their expectations. Honestly, it almost makes me WANT to be worse than I am. To prove them wrong. To do something so drastic, so irresistibly improbably irreversibly imperfect that they can do nothing afterwards but admit how wrong they were about me, how wrong they all were about me, and how fucked up I really am and how imperfectly terrifying and selfish I have been my entire life. It would be worth it.
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