I remember when I was a younger, Pretty Pretty Princess was a game that most girls were into. I never really understood the point. I was more into things like reading and video games. I’ve come to the conclusion that the game Pretty Pretty Princess has corrupted the female psyche. Girls today now believe that they are better than everyone else. They are a princess in their own mind and everyone else is beneath them. I’m not saying that you can’t be “Daddy’s little princess”. I’m also not saying that when you find your “Prince Charming” he shouldn’t treat you like a princess. I’m saying that you shouldn’t act like you are better than everyone else. Here are some common traits of our modern day princesses:
1. They do whatever they want without caring how it affects others. I work with this woman who truly believes that she is the next Cleopatra. She walks around in her little tank tops with the air turned on as high as possible. She must not realize that the rest of us are all bundled up in our hoodie sweatshirts just trying to keep warm, right? Wrong! She sees us. She just doesn’t care. She’s princess…she gets what she wants.
2. The look. Oh, I’m sure you are all well aware of the look I’m speaking of. The look that says “I’m so much better than you.” The look is given to those that they believe are mere peasants. So really, everyone that isn’t the princess gets the look. I’d prefer being a peasant compared to the much hated pompousness that comes with being a princess.
3. Whatever they say has to be heard. This is most annoying thing ever. You could be talking, and they’ll interrupt you. You could be on the phone, and they’ll speak louder so you’ll hear them instead. Basically, you have to drop everything to give them attention. It’s at times like these when I wish the princess was locked away in a tower far away. I’d never have to hear her mouth ever again.
So to all those “princesses” out there: Get a clue, grow up, and realize that you are as much of a common mortal as the rest of us. All I know is that I stand by my choice as a kid. I never want to be a Pretty Pretty Princess.
Don’t you hate it when people do things wrong and then place the blame on someone else? Well, I certainly do. I don’t understand why people don’t just man up and take the blame. So I came up with a few sayings to describe how I feel about the subject.
1. He who blames has nothing to gain. I mean really, maybe you don’t get the blame, but you sure do get a lot of hostility aimed towards you. No one likes to be thrown under the bus, especially those who have done nothing wrong. They might get so angry that they knife you in the back or something. Revenge is sweet, my friends.
2. He who blames need to be set aflame. Because he’s a LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE! No one likes a liar. I, honestly, can’t stand them. When you have a habit of lying, no one is going to trust you. You’ll be known as the “Boy Who Cried ‘I didn’t do it!’”
3. He who blames is only looking for fame. They are looking to be in the spotlight. They want to be seen as the perfect little angel in the scenario. If they place the blame on someone else, they’ll be the one getting all the good recognition. You kind of want to say “Break a leg!” and actually mean it.
So all in all, it comes down to the fact that blaming others is cowardly. Next time you want to play the Blame Game, remember these facts: you could end up dead in an alley somewhere, you could die alone because no one trusts you, or you could end up with a broken leg. He who blames….needs a kick in the head.
“ Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay’d,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
— Shakespeare, Sonnet LVI
Drink after drink, hours go by
The pain fades more with each sip
Alcohol has become my medicine
Taking away everything that ails me
Tears streak down my face
Praying that it would end tonight
Hoping that the nightmare disappears
Everything grows darker
As I slip into unconsciousness
Even there he haunts me
His rough hands, bruising
His sharp teeth, scarring
Ruining what I am and used to be
My heart is aching
I’m finding it harder to breathe
My screams have ceased
Losing myself once again
I give in to the monster
As my blood flows down my arm
My old self takes her last breath
Written by me.
Stiffling, smothering, got to get away
Living in my own personal Hell
Don’t think I can survive another day
Trapped in this cramped little cell
Waiting for a chance to escape
Someone to take me away from this place
Abuse, cutting, tears, and rape
The pain from each is etched upon my face
Wanting to drift away into an eternal sleep
Ready to give up on all I’ve worked for
Knowing now that I’m just in too deep
I can’t take this life anymore.
Written by me.
Disturbed Stars
The stars blur before my eyes
I’ve never been so lost before
Grasping for the life and love
That shunned me into the dark
The stars smile and dance for me
Mocking my secret strife
Endless tears flow down my face
As I ponder over my disturbed life
The stars seem so bright and beautiful
Like everything I want to be
They light up the hope in my eyes
And open them up so I may see
The stars shine down on the area around me
I stare at the crimson absorbed in the grass
Two lifeless eyes stare back up at me
The stars were twinkling in his eyes
