Super Late Night Thoughts

Why does the media often de-humanize people?  Media always ALWAYS does this, whether it’s about a corrupt politician, a murderer, a vigilante, etc. Media nowadays deliver news that are sensationalized. They don’t deliver news in an objective perspective, it is always subjective. Is it because most media outlets are owned by private sectors? or did something happen to the news writers’ heads? Are the high ratings and the big advertisers worth more than delivering the truth? I ask more questions than I get answers. but seriously though, why?

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#YesAllWomen

All of this is true. Thank you for writing it.

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#YesAllWomen

Because all women have walked to their car in the dark, keys clutched tight in hand, one poking out between two fingers.

Because when I go out to bars or clubs, I have to think about whether what I’m wearing is too suggestive, instead of putting on whatever I please.

Because I feel the need to apologize when I’m not wearing makeup or my hair hasn’t been washed, or when I’m generally looking anything other than flawless.

Because there was nothing I could do about the man who touched me inappropriately in the middle of Gillette Stadium as I waited for my then-boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STADIUM.

Because there was also nothing I could do when a man touched me inappropriately in the middle of a crowded street, his arm around his girlfriend. Because retaliating in the way I wanted to…

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Summer’s Over.

So here’s the deal, I don’t like it when Summer ends. Why? well for one reason, I have to go back to standardized tests, Beige colored classrooms, and a mix of crazy professors. I made it clear I do not like being in school, but enough of that. What did I do this summer?

I was a Summer Bummer. I had no summer classes, and no trips planned. Yeah I went out with friends but not enough to make this summer memorable. I immersed myself in crafting. I finished my first ever cross stitch, and I became obsessed with Rainbow Loom. I read books. I finished The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I did finish Paper Towns by John Green, but I didn’t like it. It felt weird, I don’t know if it was with the metaphors, the unrealistic characters, or I don’t know, there was something about that book I didn’t like.

Most of my friends in University graduated this summer. I will walk to my university gates all alone. That scares me.

Summer is over, time to switch my flip-flops for my rain boots, my loom for my laptop, and my laziness for my productivity.

 

 

Shitty Poetry I Found In My Old Journal

Did it hurt when you landed on the concrete?

is the jump worth it?

the freeing moment you felt before you crashed, 

was it beautiful?

did everything flash through your eyes?

or did you feel being limbo?

to let go of troubles, love, life, promises of forever

was it worth it?

does dying mean freedom?

 

 

 

*i wrote it in this format,