it fucks me up so much that every day for like 7 years i’d travel an hour on the bus to school, study for 6 hours with only a 45-minute break at lunch, attend 2 extra-curriculars afterwards, travel home again, do my homework, meet up with or text my friends, then spend like 5 hours online doing jackshit before finally falling asleep at like 3am and waking up 3 hours later and do the same thing all over again all while battling anxiety, depression and hormones and somehow manage not to die prematurely of exhaustion or suffer a permanent nervous breakdown. nowadays i cry from the sheer effort of getting out of bed every morning.

actually wait i’m not done bc i just realised that the fact that i had no choice but to force my body beyond its limits pretty much every single day for a period of several years during a crucial stage of my development in order to maintain a balanced work/social life is literally the reason why i’m now so ill and depressed that getting out of bed every morning is a herculean task all on its own. the expectations placed on me and millions of others during our teenage years is literally making us sick.

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White privilege is how Amy Winehouse was considered a misunderstood soul but Whitney Houston was considered a crackhead.