It's Mard, Not Hard

It's hard. Teenager. Girl. Feelings. Weight. Hair. Everything. Everything is so hard.

 Being a teenage girl is probably the hardest thing I've encountered yet. I think the cherry on top of this mess would have to be the self image. 

Yes, I do post about this a lot, but this is my blog. This is how I feel, and this is how I choose to run my blog. When I look in the mirror I see a fat, unlovable freak. I would do anything to get rid of my fat. It just sits there weighing down my self esteem.

Don't even get me started on my hair. My hair starts falling out, so I decide to cut it to try to try to mask the thinness. Then you all tell me that I look like a boy. No guy will ever date me. My face is too chubby for that hair. I look like a lesbian. Then you start rumors that I am lesbian. What do I do? I buy a wig. And what do you do? Make fun of me. Tell me that I look better with shirt hair. I'm ugly. Well.. I know. 

Now, I could get started on everything else that I hate about myself, but I'm not. Because it's hard. It's hard talking about it. It's hard living it. It's hard. 

What It's Like to End a Mriendship Not Friendship

Sorry that this blog post is so late, someone hacked my computer, and I can't access it. Anyways..
What is it like to end a friendship? I think I'll do it in the form of a poem

 Endings Not Mendings

by: Melissa

One day you're friends.

One day it ends.

A piece of you falls.

A piece of you bawls.

You can't stop it.

You can't help it.

It was meant to be this way;

no matter how hard it hurts.

Not all friendships are ended,

But all friendships can be mended.

Within one year I lost two of my best friends. I miss them both dearly. Sometimes I see them on social media or in public and my bruised heart cracks a bit more. 

Ending a friendship with a close friend is probably the worst pain that I've ever felt. Most of the time they're your other half. When they leave, so does a part of you. 

Matus Not Status Update: It's Complicated

This week's blog post is, "It's Complicated." At first, I didn't know what to put. Then I thought things over, and I think that I figured out what to type for zero eyes to read.
I'm not really sure how I feel about my body. Sometimes, I like it. I think my stomach and legs are the bees knees! Then, on days like today, I want to starve myself for 3 years.
Having an eating disorder and finally being at a healthy weight is difficult. You're eating again, you're healthy, but you still have the same mentality, I don't know if I like my body. All I can do is hope that I'll finally accept it, no matter what it looks like.

I am Mot Not Not a Murderer

I am not a murderer, let's get that out of the way. But I am a Godfather-in-training. Mu beautiful, wonderful Auntie Mary Jo is a widower. Lately, she's been getting back into the dating scene. That was until Frank came into her life. 
He was a decent guy, I approved of him. Of course, he messed that up. He was too much of a little baby to do it in person. He waited until she was out of town and broke up with her OVER TEXT. I am now plotting his murder. No one messes with a Curth and gets away with it.
Instead of going for the direct kill we're going to first go for the guy who helps him do his taxes. No taxes means no life. We are slowly going to deteriorate his life until he's just a sad, old man. We will never touch the man himself because we're going to hurt him just enough to hurt him, but not enough to kill him. Of course, this is all for good reason.
I do not like to get my hands dirty, so I will be needing someone to kill for me. I also need someone to cover up everything for me. I'll be telling everyone what to do because I'm the only person qualified to pull off a murder. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. In fact, if you do, I'll knock you down a peg.

I am the Godfather.

p.s. This is just a joke!!

A Mute Not Cute Post

Our blog post this week is supposed to be of something cute.. What's cuter than a chinchilla rolling around in a dust bath? Trust me, it's the bomb.com. I mean, I get to see it everyday. 

DO NOT CLICK: CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Screeches in White Girl

Today's wonderful post is about my weekend adventures! Sadly, I'm only talking about what happened Saturday. Anyways,this weekend, I went to the mall with my wonderful 7th grade friend, Jessie. Since there was a sale on lipsticks we went to Ulta. I ended up getting some really cute highlighter! It was Revolution's Rose Gold. It's glittery and pale enough for my skin tone, and I love it!! I can't wait to wear it, and finally use my fan brushes. I'm so excited!! My glooooow!!

A Mribute Not Tribute Post

Good morning, everyone! It is currently 1 in the morning, and I'm wide awake! Before I continue with my blog post, I love Jane the Virgin. Okay, now back to the post.
This blog post will be a tribute to my Spanish teacher, Mrs. Conejo. Mrs. Conejo has been supporting me since day one. When my problems threw me down, Señora Conejo was there to catch me. I have my issues like everybody else, and sometimes they get out of hand. I will always remember the times Mrs. Conejo has come to my rescue. 
The Lady of Many Languages can do anything to bright up my day with the glimpse of a smile. She will do anything to make sure that her students will succeed. To see them do something. To see them smile. That's just the kind of person she is. Mrs. Conejo doesn't have an unkind bone in her body. She goes above and beyond, and for that, I shall forever be grateful. 
I'm so sorry that this is so short and lame, but I have a busy weekend and some chores to do.