To my supporters


This isn’t a suicide note.. its a call for help. Deep within me I feel im still here, the same little girl who laughed at funny noises and cried when she didn’t get her way.. the same girl who you’ve stayed up countless nights holding while I’ve coughed my little lungs dry. The same girl who you used to mindlessly say she hated you but really only hated the person she became. The same one you’ve known since 6th grade, yes, the same one you didn’t like at first but over time learned to love. Im still your daughter, I’m still your annoying, crazy, but very loyal older and younger sister. Overtime i’ve spent tedious hours digging myself into a hole to shelter myself from the shame and guilt I assumed I would have received from the only people who have helped me stay in transit through this tricky phenomenon we call life. Somewhere along the ride I found comfort in the things that appeared harmless from the outside but on the inside had enough strength shatter your soul like no other element could. I am extremely fortunate to have such a secure back bone. I’m not writing this to hurt you, only to save myself, for I feel if I continue down this dark road I may never see the light that only the tolerant have ever seen. My addiction has not only shredded my health mentally and physically but also tore apart the only thing that’s ever been consistent in my 19 years on this earth. and for that I hope you all forgive. I’m not saying this journey will be easy.. but I know if I were any of you I’d give anything in this world for you, the people I love to see and experience the blatant elegance of a sober life.

There was this girl in high school that me and my best friend really did not like because we loaned her a tent for a weekend the summer before our senior year, and for the entire year we asked her for our tent back and she kept ignoring us and telling us to leave her alone, but one day she brought the tent to us and PLOT TWIST SHE LIVED IN OUR TENT FOR OUR ENTIRE SENIOR YEAR. so we just said fuck it and gave her our tent because thats some fucked up shit.

As long as girls are told what they can’t wear to school because it will distract the boys you need feminism

As long as women do not get equal pay for doing the same job as a man you need feminism

As long as men are making decisions about a woman’s reproductive rights you need feminism

As long as the victim is blamed for their rape you need feminism

As long as men cat call at women as they walk down the street you need feminism

As long as women are treated like pieces of meat you need feminism

As long as a male can’t create a body positive blog and when they come forward are vilified and called horrific names and accused of horrific things you need feminism

As long as there is a glass ceiling you need feminism

As long as women are beaten raped and murdered for refusing someone’s favor you need feminism

As long as the person sitting behind the desk in the Oval Office of the white house isn’t called Ms. President you need feminism

As long as girls are told that they have to be barbie and not Ken you need feminism

As long as little boys who want to dress up as a princess for Halloween are ridiculed you need feminism

As long as little girls are sold into sex trafficking you need feminism

As long as there is inequality you need feminism