this is a bitchy, bitchy post. but it’s true. and i think me on tumblr is what’s awful and true at the same time. but it probably won’t even come off as that awful but it might i haven’t written it yet so i don’t know.
yes, you. you know who you are. you look down at abercrombie and hollister because they are “superficial” and “slutty” but it’s secretly because you can’t afford them, and you wouldn’t be able to pull them off anyways. you say that grinding at dances is demeaning and disgusting but no one’s tried to grind with you anyways. you say that dating is stupid in high school but you don’t have a boyfriend or are even talking to someone. you obsess over inside jokes or “internet” jokes because then you feel like you’re a part of something. you’re the ones who break into song together in the hallways but don’t get the “aw how cute stares” and rather the “shut the fuck up stares”.
you take pride in your quirkiness – you take pride in sitting alone at lunch and not having a partner in math class and not fitting in. you take pride in looking DOWN on everyone else around you because you think that they are missing something you have all figured out – they’re the ones that don’t get it.
but you’ll figure it out. you hate them because THEY get it, and you don’t want to admit it. they figured out how to be happy fitting in. they got some lesson in how to interact with people and how to make solid friends or how to not end up by yourself in a situation where you don’t know anyone or how to pull off looking bad when you don’t look good and you missed that lesson. you missed it, and you resent them through criticism. you hate that they know something you don’t know. you hate that they GET it and you don’t, and you just take your bitter, wretched pride and look down on them.
and you’ll read this and excuse yourself from it because in your mind you don’t qualify.
and i hate you because i used to be you and now i’m afraid to be you again because it made me hate myself.
