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Girls Hate Other Girls

It’s a fact. Girls hate other girls. We hate girls who are more confident than us. We hate girls who threaten us. We hate girls who don’t give a fuck about us. We hate girls we don’t understand. It’s basic human instinct to be suspicious of things that are foreign to us, things that we don’t quite comprehend. It’s self-preservation at its least necessary. But our lack of empathy for our own kind can be boiled down to our lack of acceptance of ourselves. But instead of acknowledging our own personal issues, we create pseudo-feminism. We preach ‘keeping it real’ while getting self-gratification from pointing out which of our friends photoshop their asses on Instagram because it’s easier to look at a screen than in a mirror. We call out ‘loyalty’ when our friends date our exes; despite there being future happiness for the two of them, despite knowing full well that things didn’t work out with us either way. We claim ‘class’ as we trash talk the girl who wears too short of skirts …

Bubbles

One day, I fell into a bubble. It wasn’t what I thought it’d look like; bubbles are not as they appear. It was warm and safe, filled to the brim with blankets of security and baubles of seduction. I would sleep and wake in the same bubble for days, maybe weeks or months. I don’t even know, really. I sometimes stumble into thoughts of pricking a hole through the bubble and venturing outside, but I would never stay for long. I would always find a bigger hole to fall into instead—sometimes going right to rock bottom of my bubble—in the form of pills, naked bodies, and endless daydreams. Sometimes I still wander into that bubble. It changes every time. I wake up with newer methods of distraction and more creative avenues of self-sedation. But every once in awhile, my curiosity takes over—curiosity or self-loathing, either one—and I have to burst the bubble. The biggest drawback to the anatomy of a bubble is you can see right through it. You can see the world and all …