Sticky Is A Slut

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  • 31st July
    2014
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Why do you post so many selfies? Is your self worth based on how many likes your cleavage gets? Sad.

Asked by: Anonymous

Hey Anon!

Depression is like being in an abusive relationship with yourself. I’ve struggled with it and continue to and through struggling with my depression I’ve come to learn that I suffer less from manic depressiveness and more from a form of BPD. I’ve a relentless desire to please other people and to be liked while simultaneously acting and behaving in a most unlikeable manner. That’s my thing.

If I pass someone on the street, a stranger, and I smile at them and they don’t smile back at me, on the right day and in the right context, it can crush me for days. Really. To a crippling extent wherein my melancholy blinds me to reality and I’m so focused on waves of desire to do self-harm that I truly must be watched. This happens less for attention and more so, and this is my guess here, because I didn’t get “my way”. Perhaps it’s only child syndrome in its most extreme manifestation? If only, I repeat, if ONLY praise and admiration and oodles of sexually explicit compliments regarding my scantily clad, far from perfect, womanly body consoled me in the least. I wish! I wish I felt better about anything as a result of gaining red hearts on photos I take of myself, cleavage or no cleavage. How easy life would be!

But darling, what is truly interesting here is not the psychology behind why I post photos of myself. After all, many people do it. What’s interesting here is why you care. Further, I find the way you express how much you care, how much it eats at you, how resentful of a person you must be, how insecure in your own decisions you must be, how intimidated of women who love themselves even in superficial ways you must be, and the fact that you needed to anonymously air these personality traits to a stranger, to be utterly fascinating! Your passive aggressive cattiness rivals that of the parents of my Christian school friends who, once they found out my parents were getting a divorce, encouraged their children to not hang around me. “How sad,” they’d say, “that poor girl from a broken home.”

It seems the context evolves throughout our years yet the attitudes of evil people stay the same. Why would you want to be a Regina George? Why be that undercover bully who masks their intentions with snarky rhetorical questions to which you already know the answers? A woman such as I is not basing her self worth on the attention she receives from occasionally showing body parts. A woman like me feels self worth for loving those body parts regardless of ugly people with ugly hearts and small little minds, like you darling!

xo

  • 29th July
    2014
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Falling more each day into destiny and gaining momentum as I go. Nowhere is more real than here and no time more crucial than today, tomorrow, next month, and forever. If I choose to look at life as a puzzle, picking up the right answers and misadventures and important pieces along the way, I can never be blindsided, only motivated to leave behind what is not needed and swallow the bottles labeled “drink me” along the way.

Falling more each day into destiny and gaining momentum as I go. Nowhere is more real than here and no time more crucial than today, tomorrow, next month, and forever. If I choose to look at life as a puzzle, picking up the right answers and misadventures and important pieces along the way, I can never be blindsided, only motivated to leave behind what is not needed and swallow the bottles labeled “drink me” along the way.

  • 28th July
    2014
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  • 26th July
    2014
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  • 23rd July
    2014
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  • 23rd July
    2014
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I have pouty lips, sad eyes, and an above-average sized penis. How undateable am I?

Asked by: Anonymous

If you have a big dick, you’re allowed to say you have a big dick. If your dick is small - own it. But choosing the adjective “average” to describe your penis, whether above or below, is a sign that you either need a self-esteem boost, or that your woman-gettin tactics are sad. “I’ve sensitive eyes and a mighty sword, will thou not love thee?” You sound so silly. Don’t “sad” girls into giving you kudos and certainly don’t waste that boo hoo shit on me, love. There is nothing “average” about my life. 

  • 22nd July
    2014
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  • 20th July
    2014
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I’ve been taking care of myself lately, avoiding carbs and eating greens. See, when I was 25 and smoking a pack a day, sleeping with danger and staying up past dawn, I never thought I’d have to try too hard to feel ‘ok’. But gravity, time and I have been hanging out recently - laughing together about the years we wasted worrying that we weren’t pretty enough or thin enough or if we were just too damn easy.

I’ve realized that makeup and bar food and high heels and pretending not to care feels foreign now that everything has a price and mortality is a weakness and not just something far off into some hypothetical distant future. Everything counts.

"For the rest of my life" is happening, and it’s happening to me whether I like it or not.

  • 17th July
    2014
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  • 8th July
    2014
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I’m growing up too fast but feeling young and dumb, self-indulgent and greedy but eh, we’re down to five more weeks of hell then it’s full-time academic/writing bliss can’t wait for weekends workin on my tan like a lady of leisure who at the same time needs to hustle in that long-game way hey hey we’re the monkaaaaays people say we work too hard and play too heavy horns up you skinny margaritas xo

I’m growing up too fast but feeling young and dumb, self-indulgent and greedy but eh, we’re down to five more weeks of hell then it’s full-time academic/writing bliss can’t wait for weekends workin on my tan like a lady of leisure who at the same time needs to hustle in that long-game way hey hey we’re the monkaaaaays people say we work too hard and play too heavy horns up you skinny margaritas xo

  • 25th June
    2014
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  • 25th June
    2014
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If I complain about what I’m doing will you sMack me good and tell me to shut up?

I’m tired. I leave my house by six in the morning and don’t see home until after 9. Been wearing dirty clothes and I’m almost out of underwear because who can squeeze laundry into a 14 hour work day?

I need a wife.

My professor gave me a perfect score on my first paper. It wasn’t a long paper nor was it a difficult assignment, but I’m staring down 29 in a few weeks and it’s good to know I’ve still “got it” so thanks, TWC. You’ve taught me a lot. 

I miss being interesting but being busy has kept me humble and well behaved. Am I complaining? No no. I’m just tired. 

  • 25th June
    2014
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  • 21st June
    2014
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  • 21st June
    2014
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Hey babe let’s chill and drink some margaritas and maybe ride a bike whatever we got a good parking spot it’s LA live your life stay positive get high on yr own supply check your phone again maybe he texted ugh I’m tired of your senior pranks grow up and do this shot with me.

Hey babe let’s chill and drink some margaritas and maybe ride a bike whatever we got a good parking spot it’s LA live your life stay positive get high on yr own supply check your phone again maybe he texted ugh I’m tired of your senior pranks grow up and do this shot with me.