"Dear Dad, You are the epitome of a child trapped in an old man's body A man child with a pregnant beer belly that you acquired from a life time of drinking at bars with your loser friends You delude yourself into thinking they you were and still are a  good dad, but you are factually nothing but a sperm donor with narcissistic tendencies Kids can't pick who their dad is We had the misfortune of having a sad excuse of a dad bring us into this world Our mothers failed miserably when they made the decision to procreate with you Now we are existing with a shitload of traumas You abandoned your eldest daughter in the slums of Brazil and she had an incredibly hard life You took pride in the fact that she lived a tough life. You are a strong believer in that suffering can create good character and make someone a stronger, better individual You shamelessly said that as a spoiled brat that could not stand a second in her shoes Then you also abandoned your youngest child and gave him the middle finger when he asked you for a plate of food The thing is that now I feel that you did your other kids a favor when you abandoned them I never opened up to you because I never felt comfortable with the idea of you comforting me One time I decided to give it a shot because I was feeling really insecure I told you that I felt too insecure about my looks and that I was always comparing myself negatively to other girls I was hoping that you would say, "You are beautiful the way you are, honey. No need to compare yourself to other girls." Instead, the answer you gave me was, "Well, there are other girls there are a lot prettier than you. But it's whatever..." Needless to say, I made a huge mistake... Sure, I am no Adriana Lima Yeah, I am not blonde and skinny with blue eyes. Which is the epitome of beauty in Brazil But it would've been nice if you comforted me instead of reinforcing my insecurities and self hate You abandoned me at the age of 13 when you let mom take me and my brother to the USA We were pursing the American Dream, but the American Dream turned out to be the American Nightmare I got so much trauma form living there. Too much trauma that I haven't recovered from and I am not sure if I ever will You always came up with excuses about why you couldn't visit us. You were always too busy You said that you couldn't get a visa A bunch of lies told to us so that you could keep living your best life with no responsibility to your kids After not seeing you for half my life, I had to move back to Brazil with my brother We were hopeful that you were going to welcome us with open arms, but instead you resent us for ruining your life Meaning that you couldn't stand having to live with your own kids even though you did barely anything to help us, other than put a roof over our heads. You were living your best life as a pseudo intelectual addicted to beers and open mics You cursed us and made us starve Wishing suffering upon us, but you have no clue of the extreme amounts of suffering we endured in the USA Back when I was an innocent teenager living in the US, I always resented you deep down for not ever visiting. I even lied to myself saying that you really couldn't go visit, but the truth of the matter is that you couldn't give a single shit about me I had a rude awakening when you got back in my life by fate I realized it was better if I had never met you again Because you died to me at the age of 13 when we said good bye to each other at the airport Now I have to live with daddy issues Terrified of the idea of ever finding true love in a good man If that's even possible. Now I have to live with the resentment and repulsion of having you as a dad A dad that is clearly dead to me on the inside"
I wish I was normal Normal like you But I am normal like me You can laugh and be a free a free spirit But I am normal like me and have too much emotional baggage and doubt I wish I was normal like you You have pretty porcelain skin But I am normal like me and have scars all over my arms and heart I wish I was normal like you You can enjoy life and make friends easily But I am normal like me and I spend too much time alone in my head, locked in my room listening to phonk while spinning a mini hulahoop over my head I wish I was normal like you You can enjoy your sex life and hook up with no strings attached But I am normal like me and prefer fantasizing about hot foreign guys and lesbians in bikinis I wish I was normal like you But I am used to having this giant boner in my tight jeans that never goes away I wish I was normal like you But I am always scared shitless Scared of catching feelings and having someone have power over me and torturing me Scared of living life I wish I was normal like you But I am normal like me and my body is craving for human connections while my mind is incapable of making that a reality I wish I was normal like you But I am normal like me and feeling sad and lonely is my normal But at the end of the day I make it work somehow with my everlasting dreams and hope for normalcy I might not be normal But I am me. Weird shit, kid.
A friend that turned out to be a really bad friend by laritda, literature
Literature
A friend that turned out to be a really bad friend
"Dear, B. 💩 On the day you were born, your mother pushed you out of her ass. She made the biggest piece of human waste that was destined to make other people's lives miserable because you are misery in human form. 🙆‍♀️ The first words that came out of your mouth were, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" You grew into the greatest two faced-bitch that was meant to cause chaos in innocent people's lives. 👯‍♀️ You wholeheartedly believed in your incapacity to make friends like a normal human being and you had to lie and manipulate others in order to make them be your friends. 👯‍♂️ Your sad excuse of a mother was incredibly proud of the little dipshit that she created and she supported your every decision to wreak havoc people's minds as an edgy hobby of yours. To destroy other people's healthy friendships just for shits and giggles. 🙊🦆 Your momma enabled you to lie because she would rather you have friends by telling them countless fucked up lies and hurting their feelings, than letting you be friendless as you always deserved. 🤥🦆 We never imagined that your mum was such a terrible person like you are. We thought she was a nice old lady with a pure heart 💜 We learned the hard way that the apple 🍏  doesn't fall far from the tree.🌲🍁🦆 As you grew up, you were in desperate need for attention, affection and validation. You wanted to be loved, but you were incapable of feeling true love for anyone. Including yourself. 💔🖤 You took pride in wasting people's time and energy to make yourself feel important. Like that time you bragged about scheduling a date with three different guys from Tinder on the same day and time, at different places, just so you could feel special about standing two guys up and going on a date with the "better" guy. 🤨 You deluded yourself into thinking that you were special for getting Tinder dates, but you were pitifully aloof to the fact that guys on Tinder will go on a date with anyone. Literally. Most Tinder guys have low-standards and you meet all of their standards as a bastard woman-child that deludes herself thinking that wasting peoples time and energy makes you so cool. When, in fact, it made you into a pathetic loser with a god complex. 😑🙄 You did the two other guys a huge favor by ghosting them. 👻 They were the lucky ones that got away by dodging your bullet, and the "lucky" guy that you got with ended up regretting ever knowing you. Having to put up with your daily unsettling shenanigans and gross mannerisms. 🤢 You were a con artist and you had to keep a façade to keep the good people in your life trapped under your moldy thumb 👎 Sadly for you, we were able to break free from your lies after you accidentally showed us your true colors like a little kid that got caught smearing your mom's pink lipstick all over your crooked face. 💄🤡 You thought you had won at life, but you failed miserably. You can't control any of us anymore. You're out of our lives forever and ever ♾️ Now you are nothing but a fart in the wind 🌬️ A fart in the wind that secretly comes back around in the darkness, in the hopes of slimming back into our lives. I found out that you had made another profile just to stalk me on Facebook after I blocked you over three years ago. You're too nosy and you can't live with yourself without sticking your pointy nose up my ass. It kills you on the inside. 🐽✝️ Your first name on your second profile was Bee 🐝 and your last name was Itch. A pathetic Bitch that is devastated to have lost the most important people in your life, and you are now bitterly living in the past holding on to the hope of getting back all of your stinky glory days of lies and ruins. 😫🤯💥 You failed. We won. Farewell, Bitch!" . . .
Sweet little friend,
You are the only one that
Truly understands me.
The only one that
Holds my hand
When I am
Breaking.
The one that listens
When I am upset.
The only one that
Hears me crying.
The one that counsels
Me how to cope with life.
And you're hungry
For more blood.
You are jumping and
Screaming
Ready to be fed.
You love the softness of
My skin, and you promise to
Be gentle when you break
Through the vein.
But you're not strong enough.
You aren't sharp and bold
Like the others.
You're such a frail creature
And now it's your turn
To be disposed.
In the trash,
Where you always belonged.
Tears, oh where
have you gone?
You have dried out
My Eyes after the
First time I got
Sent to the hospital.
Now I can't cry no more.
I am a big girl now.
My tears have
Matured into
Blood Drops
Running down my arms.
Art is like cutting.
It takes a lot of
Emotion and Motivation
To do it and it makes
You feel alive.
Both can become a hobby, yet,
Both are challenging.
Until they turn into a feeling
And you just do them automatically
To Feel Something.
Till they don't hurt you anymore,
And you do them out of passion.
Scars might fade,
But art saves.
What is a moment?
What makes a moment?
Time
Feelings
Memories
Losses
Achievements
Present
Past
Future
Living deep, not
Being scared to
Fly and
Get carried
Away
"Seize the day
Make your lives extraordinary"
Do not be scared to
Love
Cry
Scream
Take chances
Make a fool out of yourself
Who knows?
But live as deep as it is
The last moment of
Your Existence
Darling, Darling
When I die
Please don't cry
Don't be angry
Don't be sad, and
Please don't blame it on yourself.
Cause I was already dead on the inside
This time,
I let my chronic sleepiness
Leak
Sweet little friend,
You are the only one that
Truly understands me.
The only one that
Holds my hand
When I am
Breaking.
The one that listens
When I am upset.
The only one that
Hears me crying.
The one that counsels
Me how to cope with life.
And you're hungry
For more blood.
You are jumping and
Screaming
Ready to be fed.
You love the softness of
My skin, and you promise to
Be gentle when you break
Through the vein.
But you're not strong enough.
You aren't sharp and bold
Like the others.
You're such a frail creature
And now it's your turn
To be disposed.
In the trash,
Where you always belonged.
Tears, oh where
have you gone?
You have dried out
My Eyes after the
First time I got
Sent to the hospital.
Now I can't cry no more.
I am a big girl now.
My tears have
Matured into
Blood Drops
Running down my arms.
Art is like cutting.
It takes a lot of
Emotion and Motivation
To do it and it makes
You feel alive.
Both can become a hobby, yet,
Both are challenging.
Until they turn into a feeling
And you just do them automatically
To Feel Something.
Till they don't hurt you anymore,
And you do them out of passion.
Scars might fade,
But art saves.
What is a moment?
What makes a moment?
Time
Feelings
Memories
Losses
Achievements
Present
Past
Future
Living deep, not
Being scared to
Fly and
Get carried
Away
"Seize the day
Make your lives extraordinary"
Do not be scared to
Love
Cry
Scream
Take chances
Make a fool out of yourself
Who knows?
But live as deep as it is
The last moment of
Your Existence
Darling, Darling
When I die
Please don't cry
Don't be angry
Don't be sad, and
Please don't blame it on yourself.
Cause I was already dead on the inside
This time,
I let my chronic sleepiness
Leak
I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, but I moved to the United stated at age 13. Portuguese is my first language and I can also speak a little of French and Spanish. I have been writing stories since I learned how to write, and I am also an avid reader. I also like making art, though, I am more used to writing. I am a Freshman in college and I plan on majoring in English. I started a blog to get over the anxiety of getting published, and I have started working on a memoir. I love getting honest feedback on my work since I put a lot of work in them, but I am looking for honest constructive criticism to get better.
Thanks for checking out my page!
Bear hugs =)
Favourite Visual Artist
Francesca Woodman
Favourite TV Shows
Skins, The L World, Sex and the City
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nirvana, Crystal castles, You love Her Coz Shes Dead, The Naked and Famous, Punk, Rock, Indie, Dubstep, Electronic, Techno
Favourite Books
The Bell Jar, The Journals of Sylvia Plath, The Kite Runner, One Hundred Splendid Suns, Running with Scissors, Fun Home, Habibi, The Diary of Anne Frank, The Little Prince, Maus, Persepolis, The Color of Water, The Red Tent, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Yawn.... It~s been over a week since I have not posted anything. I feel that I need to, and I really want to, but I feel tired and just want to waste my time in other online communities (*caham* Facebook), or curl into a ball and sleep. I do not feel the creative ambition kicking in lately, and I gotta keep writing and working on my blog to get better and better and better and better... I feel tired and a bit discouraged.
I hope I am not getting the artistic flu- that keeps artists from accomplishing their goals.
For once I didn't feel ugly. Woke up, put some nice clothes on, got my hair done, ate all the cake and candy I wanted without even considering regretting every single bite before puking. Today I didn't feel ugly.
I don't know what is worse. Seeing happy pictures of high school mates having the time of their lives in college, or realizing that you never really had friends and were, in a way, a loner? I friended all the kids I was jealous of, the cool kids, perfect-GPA kids, happy kids... Kids I could never be and envied them for having such a "best four years of your life"-high school bullshit motto- that it hurts me to realize how depressing my life was. They said that life gets better after high school-implying it to the kids that could no longer take another day in that hell hole- and mine did. However, the memories and Facebook posts and happy pict