I feel so restless, when I really should be throwing myself into my chemistry work with vigour because exams are coming up and my understanding of nuclear chemistry right now is just little balls flying around and hitting each other and KABOOM the world is ending.
But here I am, blogging and waiting for my sister to finish bullshitting her essay so we can watch teen wolf together.
Tumblr makes me feel so lonely at times, and then I cringe when I contemplate the fact I am entering the slippery slope of turning into an attention seeking little brat, who is one step away from stating her favourite book is Lolita and quoting song lyrics on every single damn post for self promotion. Like, every single person on that website is depressed and the more I look at how sad and pathetic and desperate some people are, the more depressed I feel myself.
Why that site fetishises sadness and mental health issues is beyond me, and irritates me to no end bc if I see another 13 yr old claim to have an eating disorder bc they threw up once, or have depression bc they thought they'd try cutting themselves bc they were sort of sad, I will be tempted to punch something. It's not cool, nor is it fashionable or artistic to be fucked up.
Of course, I'm not saying that mental health is not important BECAUSE IT IS, but my only issues with that lie in the fact that by telling people that all their problems matter, we're seriously distorting what "suffering" is. Everyone has issues, and everyone gets sad, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're depressed, rather sometimes you just need to learn to suck it up. Resilience, people.
Jess
