Porcelain Heart - Barlow Girl
I’m 100% completely absolutely straight. Which is great, lucky me, I can marry the person I love because I’m attracted to males. Cool. But some people aren’t attracted to the opposite sex. And that’s illegal? Really? How are you not going to let them get married simply because they like someone of the same gender. That’s completely dumb. It’s like making a sandwich. Yeah, you can have one slice wheat and one slice white bread, but what’s wrong with having two wheats or two whites? Nothing. It’s okay when you eat a sandwich (which is a personal choice.) but obviously it’s not when someone is born with an attraction of the same sex. It’s ridiculous. And whether they’re allowed to get married or not isn’t going to stop them from being gay. Nothing gets accomplished.
Aghkdkskdkkd /end rant
Here’s the thing. Say whatever the fuck you want. It doesn’t faze me one bit. In fact, it fuels me. It spurs me on. It makes my blood boil. It makes me work so much harder to wipe that smug grin off of your face. It makes me make my dreams happen. So thank you. Thank you for reminding me what a godawful person I was when I was younger. Thank you for making me feel sick to my stomach when you mention the girl I was back then. Thank you for never letting me forget who I was. It makes me love the person I am today. It gives me strength to fight the ugliness in me and become a better person than I was yesterday. Thank you for rubbing your success in my face. It makes me chide myself for walking away from my dreams when I was younger. It makes me think about what went wrong. It makes me realise that I was doing it all wrong the first time. Thank you for laughing behind my back. It’s made me stronger. It’s made my skin thick. It’s made me realise that sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never ever hurt me. Thank you for hating my guts. It’s killed all my insecurites. It’s given me a newfound zest to come up and bring you down. Thank you for making me realise my dreams haven’t died. Thank you for making me wake up with profound revelations that you’re nothing more than dirt beneath my feet. Thank you for making me a fighter. Thank you, bitch.






