You Were Born An Original, Don't Die A Copy

I think this class is a waste of time and a cheap way for Fordham and any other business school that requires students to take this in order to graduate. The stuff is literally common sense worded in the most complex way possible and we are expected to memorize these repetitive definitions are conducive to productive education. sorry business school but you can suck my left nut.

ALSO! on top of that, my teacher is foreign, with a fresh off the boat accent and a terrible lisp. How the hell is anyone supposed to get an A in the class, especially someone like me? :/

You know what’s be irking me for a while now? Girls — girls who have a lot going for themselves— who also have self-esteem issues…

I had a conversation with a good friend of mine last night, and she was venting to me asking why she’s “average” and why won’t guys talk to her. First off guys, this girl is far from average, she can sing her ass off like it’s no one’s business. For a white girl, she can dance with the best of them. She’s a very pretty girl yet she still feels insecure just b/c some shmuck isn’t showing her anything attention.

side-note: Ladies, never (never) let any man make you feel like you’re not good enough. If that guy doesn’t like you, that’s one less person you have to worry about. 

She was complaining how he didn’t approach her after all the nice things he said to her last night. There’s an understanding that there’s a sense of attraction from both parties, I witnessed this attraction as they were tonguing it down the other night. Like most ladies, my friend is traditional when it comes to “the game”. She believes that the guy always need to make a move to show that he’s interested, even if the female is more interested to him

Here’s my take on that: This is the 21st century. You ladies wanted equal rights soo badly, so now that you have it, you should use it to express your interest towards your target whether it’s a man or woman.

Most of you women need to swallow your pride, and make a move if your target is seems hesitant to make the first move (and you know he wants to make a move- you gotta remember, some guys are shy when it comes to generating a convo with a complete stranger of the opposite sex). If yall don’t, yall can’t be mad at the fact that he didn’t approach for whatever reason.

Ladies, you are the most beautiful creatures on this planet. It breaks my heart to when women don’t realize that and they resort to hurting themselves to “look” or “feel” pretty. As I told my friend last night, don’t pay attention to what anyone says b/c if you do, your life is just gonna be miserable. I’ve been down that road (in 2nd grade) where everything someone said to me I took it to heart and broke down and cried. I was miserable and over the years I’ve learned that that was no way to live.

Remember you are beauty in every single way, words can’t be you down…

I remember you as you were last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on. And the leaves fell on the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning. Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul. I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: grey beret, voice of bird, heart like a house, towards which my deep longings migrated and my kisses fell, happy as embers. Sky from a ship, Field from the hills: Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond! Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing. Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.

~Pablo Neruda

I’m not about to fall over the edge. I’ve already jumped. I’m hovering inches over rock bottom because I’m not ready to touch just yet. I’m now physically and mentally sick. I hope this time it kills me or gets me help.

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I have a big secret that nobody knows. Nobody knows I cry alone. Nobody knows when my friends leave me, I become Depressed, again. Nobody knows that Im stressed from keeping everyones secrets and being the shoulder to lean on when I need one myself.

All my friends say that no insults, put-downs, or verbal abuse will get through to me. 

But the truth is, I’m actually a very sensitive person, and any little negative comment you make hurts me . One day I hope someone will understand this. 

But until then, I hide under this mask of invincibility.

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