Teenagers

“Teenagers scare the living **** out of me” – to right you are My Chemical Romance.

I’m willing to admit that I’m not the greatest person, I’ve never said I am and I never will. I’ve never considered myself remotely perfect, nice or lovely. I’ve never said I’ve had more authority over someone, nor have I said I was more dominant. I can accept who I am, what I do and what and who I love; just like everyone else should.
To me until you can accept that some people will hate you and others will love you, not till you can accept your demons and all the things that are ‘wrong’ with yourself so to speak, then no one else will accept you. Everyone seems to think it’s the positives that builds a man, but it’s your negatives too. Whether you’re judgemental, homophobic, racist.... all of that makes up who you are.
See I KNOW for a fact I’m a bitch to some people. I know that I’m far too honest for my own good, I know my low self esteem will be the end of me. But I’m quite happy with all of this, and I will happily withhold all those characteristics because without them I wouldn’t be ME. If someone can’t put up with it, well I’d like them to revise the quote “if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen”.


That’s not the only issue I have though. Fucking teenagers. I swear to god we all have issues correct? Attracted to drama no matter how much we say we hate it, no matter how much we claim we hate being involved each and every one of us gets a little thrill and kick out of being part of it. If it’s a fight between friends, physical, verbal, we all feel the need to link ourselves into it; make the situation bigger and worse till it’s just one big mess and parents, teachers and the authorities have to get involved. Even though we know none of it is necessary. Why do we do this? I think it’s, in my personal opinion, the feeling of being involved. Being included by your peers, it’s as if for one moment you can fit in and be like everyone else. But why the fuck would you want to be like everyone else let alone on negative terms? Why not, like I said earlier, accept yourself? Embrace the fact that you’re unique.

Fucking teenagers, I swear to god. Another point that’s soo pathetic yet all too common: challenges. Putting on your “big kid pants” and fighting for position of top dog. Always challenging each other yet no one prevails. You all simply look like dick heads amongst your peers, yet you do it again anyway – didn’t you learn your lesson the first time, darling?
You think you look cool like the big kids of the playground we know as the world’s social network, but no one see’s it that way. You just look like another petty prick who doesn’t know when enough is enough.


And another point, gosh I have soo many. Fucking teenagers, I swear to god. Misconstruing every detail and never bothering to do anything about it. We all rely on technology too much that we forget that you can PICK UP A PHONE or go VISIT the person you want to talk to. No, it’s “easier” to send someone a text, or an email or message them on facebook and bebo. Mhmmm, it may seem easier at the time but would it be easier down the line when you and your best friend had a fall out because a text was taken out of context? No one can hear the tone of your voice on the internet sweet heart. They don’t know if you’re joking, if you’re sarcastic or serious. No one can see your facial expressions or any of that. People automatically assume that CAPITAL LETTERS MEANS YOU’RE YELLING AT THEM, when really in most cases you’re just trying to reinforce a point of view or statement, perhaps even a simple word. You’re just trying to make the message clear. If you want a message to be clear phone them at least, at most LOOK THEM IN THE FUCKING FACE.


Fucking teenagers, I swear to god. Most of us think it’s cool to do drugs, to drink or to bum a fag. All thinking of it soo lightly. There are real people out in the world doing exactly the same thing for all the wrong reasons. Not that doing it because it’s “cool” is right either. There are addicts out there whose lives are being destroyed by the very things you take so lightly. You go as hard as them and then maybe you’re realise how much of a dick head you’re being by abusing the substances. Go on, take enough drugs so you wake in the morning with dried blood on your face, a bruises all over your body and no recollection how they got there. Drink to the point you get in a fist fight because someone did something as small as moved your shoes out of the hallway, bashing each other’s heads in till the cops come because no one else can break it up. Smoke to the point you can no longer breath without medical aid. Yeah, you’re really fucking cool now aren’t you? – Sarcasm in case you didn’t notice.
I know I drink from time to time, and I know that once I start drinking there’s no stopping me. But I’ve seen enough and know enough to be responsible regardless of how many cans I’ve had and what percentage they are. I drink because it makes me feel more comfortable with situations and myself, when I do drugs I do them to escape the world society has made for all of us. I know none of these are good reasons and I admit they are pretty damn pathetic. But hey, I’m a teenager right?


Fucking teenagers, I swear to god. Always complaining about what we don’t have and never realising what we do. You complain about not having a job because you have no money, then when you get a job you complain about that because you have no free time. Is there really any pleasing a teenager? You bitch and moan because your clothes are a year old. Yet they still fit you well enough to be wearable and there are kids out there stuck in hand me downs from the 80’s or no clothing at all. THEY don’t complain, so why should you? I rarely ever get new clothing and when I do it’s because I’ve grown out of what I have, I don’t complain about my clothes all too often either do I? And most of my friends have a sight lot more and better than myself, yet they still complain about what they don’t have. “I really want that pair of shoes but mum wont give me 80 bucks to get them.” Sweet heart your mothers spending money on more important things like food and rent so you can you know: LIVE. It’s a pair of shoes, get over it. Or get a job so you can get them yourselves.
Or the classic “they spend money on my little brother/sister but rarely any on me.” For fucks sake, you’re a teenager, by rights they shouldn’t even have to house you or feed you anymore, they do everything for you by choice, you’re sibling is just that – YOUNGER. They need to be nurtured still and are far from being mature enough to look after themselves.


Teenagers, we’re not as educated as we like to think are we?



I myself am a perfect example of a teenager. I complain, I bitch and moan, I drink, I dapple in drugs, I claim that I hate my parents, I have sex for the sake of sex – with my partner alone of course, I’m not that fucking bad, I have twisted morals, I’m out for myself on some occasions, I don’t think before I speak, I get involved, I think I know what love is, I challenge people. But the difference between me and about 80% of teenagers, is that I’m WILLING to admit it. That’s what makes me strong, brave, loyal, mature... human. Because I can accept that, I can MANIPULATE it all into something constructive, NOT destructive.

The important question is, would you be willing to admit it yourself? Will YOU accept that you’ve got an ugly personality? We ALL have ugly personalities in our own ways, it’s what you do with them that counts. Will you like what you see? Or will you try to change what you see? You don’t change for the better or worse, you just change.

Then again, this is all just my opinion.

Pop a cap in his ass

You know what I don’t understand? How people can trust soo easily and have faith in someone they don’t actually know. Believe someone when for all they know all the shit they say is a load of bull. How they can think they know the whole story, but they’ve only heard one side.
These my dear friends are bias people. And they should be shot. These are the people who fuel a fight, the catty girls and feeble guys who thrive on drama and “gossip” that has nothing remotely to do with them. It’s PATHETIC to say the least.
Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about the issue revolving around ONE stupid boy who needs to GROW THE FUCK UP. Let’s call him... Dick.

I fail to see why all you girls choose to side with Dick, I can see quite clearly not a single one of you know him as well as you think you do, let alone the issue that goes on between us.
You seem to be under the impression I “broke his heart”. I’ve never heard such rubbish before. Excuse me for being in disbelief but he seemed, to me, to be anything BUT in love when we were together. How so? Simple.
For a start he called me a bitch TO MY OWN MOTHERS FACE. Then tried to tell me it was HER who said it. I know my mum, she’d never call me a bitch. A brat, snob, cow and so on yes, but NEVER a bitch. And any name she has to call me she ALWAYS makes a point of saying it TO MY FACE. Not behind my fucking back.
Secondly, if he was soo “in love” then why prey tell did he bitch to his mates about me to the point they felt the need to talk to me? And worse, they felt the need to try and pressure me into getting drunk off my ass and stoned beyond stoned simply so I’d be “easier to handle”. Yeah, REAL fucking loving Dick.
If he loved me soo fucking much then why did his attempts to get me back when I gave him the chance consist of guilt tripping me, bitching about me, bitching TO me, harassing me, pressuring me and generally being a wanker.
Did I mention HE broke it off with me? Yeah, HIM. “I can’t be with you when you toy with my heart like this”. What kind of guy says this shit? And what the fuck did I do to “toy with his heart”? I’ll tell you. A fairy boy, and I did JACK SHIT. I was honest, smothered, and still put up with his crap. I humoured him when he lied. And he decided I was “toying with his heart” when? Coincidently the ONE time I refused to kiss him. And why did I do that? Because he was drunk, stoned, and I was angry that his mates had just tried to get me off my face so I’d be easy. SORRY IF THAT SHIT MAKES ME LESS AFFECTIONATE YOU STUPID FUCK!.
And another point. How the FUCK does someone fall soo “deeply in love” with you when you’ve been dating for only 3 weeks? I don’t know if I should be flattered, humiliated, repulsed or in fits of laughter. It’s RIDICULOUS.

And now you’ve all got an issue with someone who was mates with him, because he took my hand? Because he picked me up off my feet, made me feel special, talked to me, cared for me and then began to like me. So what if we’re together? You can’t help who you like, but that gives you no reason to fucking ridicule someone does it? No. Your snide comments just make you look pathetic and weak. Suckling on the tit of societies “gossip”. It’s pointless.

I told Dick I didn’t care what he had to say about me. I TOLD him he can bitch about me all he wants, just not around “Fluke” ( –we’ll call him that). I told Dick to be happy for Fluke, that he’s finally found something that makes HIM happy, he’s finally done something for himself.
Fluke and I were honest. We confronted our fears, we came out and told everyone who our relationship affected. WE were the bigger people. Why can’t everyone else be mature? Grow up? Get the fuck over themselves?
No, Dick has to throw a tantrum and loose his best friend, over what? Me. How crap is that? Letting a single person “fuck up your life”. Oh but he wasn’t as graceful as he lets off.
He claims HE called off their friendship? Lies. I was THERE. Fluke told him not to talk to him unless he was prepared to be a GOOD mate. Something I can NEVER see Dick ever becoming.

Morals of this post:
Most coasties are SHIT
People need to GET A GRIP
Dicks are just that; DICKS.
Flukes are amazing people who don’t get as much recognition as they should.
People who get involved in things that have nothing to do with them can GO TO HELL AND BITE MY ASS.