Woah, that's very interesting...

Sooooo... well I'm a teenage girl, and like what every teenage girl does, I opened Twitter. Usually I don't do this since I think Twitter is the spawn of the Devil or something but in this case I was greeted by something veeeeery different. A dear, "closely-related" friend of mine tweeted something from this website called "Ask.fm", being the self-proclaimed curious person I am, I decided to open it.

There are some websites in the world that are practically gifts to humanity. Google is one, Yahoo is another. Then there are some that are so-so, you know? Like Facebook, Youtube, 9gag. They're just right there smack in the middle of the grey area. Then there's Twitter, plus all the porn sites in the world, to me they're pitch black. Pitch black as the freakin night. But you know... "Ask.fm" appealed to me as a whole new level of evil. No joke. It's like a bashing site; you can tell that person anything you want to with no identities, no retributions. Just plain insulting. Can there be anything more petty? I weep for the fact that people find this pastime enjoyable.

So lately I've been really stressed out.




So why the heck do I post that on my blog?

Who cares if I'm stressed?

I mean, everyone gets stressed once in a while, right?

But I don't want to go around complaining about it. Why? Because people have their own lives, they have their own problems, and they're faaaaar too busy to worry about yours.

I'm sorry if I sound if I sound like a jerk right now...

But before people go posting on Facebook or Twitter about how angry or annoyed or stressed they are, they should really think to themselves if people actually WANT to hear them whine and complain about they're life.

I mean, I'm sorry but I'm really not interested in your recent break-up.

Or whether or not your best friend talked about you behind your back.

So please, I'm not saying that you don't have the right to complain, but I'm saying that when you have a life, please keep it to yourself. Keep it private, and keep it personal.

Hello? Sorry? No, Cinderella doesn't live here. This is her Wicked Stepmother. Can I take your message?

I find fairy tales amusing. Really I do. Who says they don't happen in real life? Hey, there's a decent-looking girl. Let's make her a servant, give her a hood, a broom, and some animal friends. The perfect recipe for a fairy tale princess. Flash forward to the 21st century. There's a decent-looking girl! Give her a tank top, fishnet stocking, some YOLO, and a dash of swag. The perfect recipe for a modern-day heroine. Am I right? Whoops, don't forget the peace sign and the iphone! I mean, whoever said apples aren't good for princesses? Psshaw, don't listen to Snow White, she's 14. Though I have to say the same for our "princesses" these days. I mean, mothers! And only 16! Who wouldn't be proud?

Gosh, of course we can't forget about the dashing prince and his noble steed. Prince Charming, who is ever so disarming with that smile of his. Though girls these days will have to settle for charcoaled enamel. Sorry, dear! That's what happens when your dear prince smokes waaaay too much. But you love him anyway, right? Even if he' overweight, aesthetically challenged, and not always sober. After all, it's what's in the pock -eh, I mean the inside that matters, right?

So yeah, next time someone tells you fairy tales don't exist. Laugh them and say "YOLO" then, they'll be pleased to have met one.

Thank you for your time, humans.