Why The Fuck Do I Exist ? I Do Not Belong Anywhere And No One Seem To Understand Me, I Do Not Have Any

It's 0:39 and I'm still working on fucking exercises I do not understand, I'm shaking because I don't have that much energy left, I want to throw up and I'm so angry after people who pretend to care about me but clearly don't

"I'm pretty with makeup"

"I'm pretty without makeup"

Radical feminism: "It doesn't matter if you're pretty at all. You don't exist to be pretty."

"Female body hair is okay"

"Female body hair is not okay"

Radical Feminism: "Female body hair simply exists and is completely neutral. Talking about whether its 'okay' doesn't even make sense."

"Presenting THIS way makes you a man"

"Presenting THIS way makes you a woman"

Radical feminism: "Nothing about the way you present makes you a man or woman. Gender isn't real."

I love that radical feminism just removes you from so many binaries of thought. It makes them completely nonsensical. Why would I analyze whether I'm pretty when it doesn't matter either way? Why is the acceptability of my body hair even a subject of discussion? It merely exists, just like the bark on a tree. Does society sit around and debate whether a tree ought to be able to keep its bark?

I've come to realize that I've been handed a ton of "either/or" choices about who I am all my life and told to make a decision on each one. And they were all illusions! I just exist. I never had to justify the way I am or even formulate an opinion on it.

I understand all theories and psychological ideas behind analysis of serial killers but I must point out that lots of women get abandoned or abused in childhood but very rarely grow up to brutalize, slaughter, torture other people

Having sex with someone actually is a big deal and involves a ton of vulnerability and I think it’s extremely troubling and gross and unhealthy and actually exceptionally dangerous that we pretend otherwise and encourage people to “be mature” by compartmentalizing/completely eliminating their deeper human emotions from their sexuality and that any other view is dismissed as prudish and invalid and unenlightened and childish and restrictive. I can’t think about this too much because it makes me rage but I hate how much porn and capitalism have destroyed how we understand and experience sexuality and intimate connections with one another so much.

I know someone, who is a friend and we use to be close friends, when we talk together I get super anxious about almost every topic we talk about...

I try to avoid almost every topic... Like we can only talk about video games and very basic stuff otherwise I get anxious

Nobody inspire me anymore

We are statistically more likely to have a rapist or a child molester as pope than we are to have a female pope.