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May 27

Stereotypes

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUSTmust not believe in being responsible.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm a GIRL, so I MUST be over-dramatic.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I DON'T LIVE WITH MY CHILD, so I MUST be a dead beat parent.

I'm ATHLETIC, so I MUST be stupid.

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST drink and do drugs.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.

I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm WHITE, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virign.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I FELL IN LOVE WITHA MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.

I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.

I'm ITALIAN, so my family MUST own a pizzeria.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I'm REALLY INTO MY MUSIC, so I MUST be scene.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm INTO THEATRE & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRL FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.

I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST not care about people's feelings.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I'm BRAZILLIAN, so I MUST be a slut.

I'M from HOLLAND, so i must be a whore who smokes MERUjANA

I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST rob, do graffiti and stab people.

I WEAR GIRL PANTS, so I MUST have no friends.

My BOYFRIENDS OLDER THAN ME, so he MUST only be w/ me 4 sex.

I WEAR LEG BRACES, so I MUST be "crippled"

I have FRIENDS OLDER THAN ME so i must do drugs

which one are you?

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May 19

season

The season of love-

and lending jackets

has come

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May 18

sometimes

Sometimes I'm so confused

The world is a maze

and the walls are ever changing

-one day-

I want it
the other day

I'm not sure.

Then there are rumours.
Feels like- everyone is stalking me

because everyone thinks

they know.

Everyone watches
Everyone sees
Everyone knows what I really feel
BUT ME.

-<3-

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May 15

Published by: Lil Miss Popular

Bitch, anyone?

[Comment from 'Isn't it]

Wow. Your space really sucks doesn't it?
It's the worst most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
If you see the cool space makers you would never see your name under there lists. It's so uncool. Bet you're a bitch for making such a disgraceful space. It's so bad.
It's by far the worst space I've ever seen. Your just a wanna be.
A desperate one actually. And I happen to be one of those really cool space makers.Your so pathetic.Your such a fuck'n bitch.
And I won't take that back. You should see all the other spaces.
They're much more divine and better than this crap.
Your brain is as small as a fly's butt.
And your background is so gay. If you want to be better than this, I suggest first you get rid of that crap name, "Alleyway". All the cool space makers have names like"Red Rose" or " Princess ov Pink". You will never be on their hall of fame list because your so dumb, you can't even make a space properly. It totally sucks.
You need to get rid of that gay title. And you have such a bad taste of themes.
You'll never be popular than the rest of us.
So maybe you should get rid of all this crap and cry like a baby. Search spaces.
I'm sure you'll find a much better space. I've already published you on my Losers List on my website. But I'm not going to give you that name of my website because it's a NO LOSERS ZONE. And it's obvious that your a loser.
So you can tell all of your little bitchy friends that you won't have a space anymore.
And you know what? STOP TRYING SO HARD TO MAKE YOUR SPACE "ATTRACTIVE" BECAUSE IT AIN'T GOING TO HAPPEN.

P.S:SHUT UP AND START LISTENING YOU LOSER!

P.P.S: You better start listening to me or else I'll make you!

P.P.P.S: Your such a try hard.

Okay. First of all, I'm ALLEYWAY for certain reasons you will NEVER understand.

I'm not 'Red Rose' or some other name such as 'Princess ov Pink' because I am not GIRLY. WE ARE DIFFERENT. I DO NOT SUCK. YOU SUCK FOR BEING A LOW LIFE.
I shall not change my space. I will NOT delete it and I am not TRYING HARD.
My friends are not bitchy. From the sound of you, I have MORE FRIENDS which are CLOSE than you ever will.

Why did you use your precious little fingers typing all that up? It won't change anything. You've just become more of a filthy bitch.

There are more unhateful comments than hateful comments, and I'll listen to the good ones- even if later on you'll claim that they just lie to make me feel better- ATLEAST THEY HAVE THE HEART TO LIE.

So have a nice life. I'm enjoying mine without trying to burn others'.

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May 12

Full on

This week= full on

My feelings= stirred by an electric spoon

I don't know what's going on with me.
This morning I woke up and I got ready for school. I didn't want to go to Aerobics. I didn't want to do anything but get out of the house and walk to school. I like the breeze in my hair. It's the right weather for that- the sun doesn't roast your clothing. You get soaked shoes instead.

I left the house. I opened my umbrella. Pulled up my jacket zip. I was then ready to go and think about anything and everything on my way to school. I looked forward to walking with friends and to seeing them at school, too. I looked forward to being rained on. I don't know why.

'GET IN THE CAR.'

His legs, planted firmly on the concrete of our carpark... looked filled with strength. He looked as if he was going to lift one up, detatch it and fling it at me. And it wouldn't miss. ' It will rain! You will get wet! ' My dad was furious. He didn't understand that I needed to walk and to be alone. He forced me in to the car.

On the way he asked me why I was crying. He scared me, and I had once again broken my made promises of walking with my friends. They probably think I'm not trustworthy now.

This shit day didn't get any better. At school I was put in to the bitchy team for music. I didn't get much say in what happens when. They left me there in the corner and commanded me around. On my way home, my mum picked me up without even asking if I wanted to walk or not. Yes, it's nice of her, but... *shakes head*... I have my reasoning.

'Why are you red? What's wrong?'

The mother does, then worries. I didn't tell her anything until after school, way after school. The 'before school' kind of after school.

Why I'm so disturbed only I know, because I can't release most of it out to the public world. I'll just leave you guessing.

Monday, come to me sooner, and Monday, don't rain...

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May 11

'round and 'round we go

'I bet that you look good on the dancefloor...'

Tonight I'll lie down on my bed

I'll twist and turn

Like a 'twisty turny thing'

And I shall fail to get to sleep.

Because my life is often routine, therefore my nights shall be too...

Perhaps if I remove a pillow or add on a blanket

Maybe the curtains aren't right?

Or maybe I've just lost my love for sleep.

...Hopefully not.

Atleast I do eventually drift above my sheets

to somewhere that I have no control of...

How've your nights been?

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May 06

The different--

Inbetween my thought and wonder

the pondering that I do

it comes to my attention...

that I maybe won't get through.

~Why do we punish ourselves over another human being?
~Why do we bully ourselves in to believing that it's not worth trying?
~Why can't confidence shine every day of the week, so all the other days don't feel so glum?

And I ask you,
~Why is that whenever we do bully and punish ourselves, we don't get what we wished for... even though in some screwed up way, we were just trying to see what's really there...

~But really, we're just making reality less real than it is.

I don't know if I do or not.

I don't know if I want to like him, because lately my crushes have faded ever so quickly.

This peron's weird, they're different and they're confident... and I'm actually talking to them.

It feels weird. I don't find it easy to freely talk to somebody the first few times I see them... but with him it's so easy.
Confusing.

This painting is dedicated to Joanna.

Doesn't that pose remind you of Mickey?

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