I sold out without getting paid.

I don't know what I wish to achieve with this blog. Neither why I'm making it. I generally dislike bloggers and blogs. Yet, I'm sitting here. Writing my first entry.

I guess I'm trying to reach out to people, to let you know what I think. This blog will not be about what I wear, or how my day at school was. Neither will I talk about some random celebrity's latest scandal. I'm not here to entertain you, that would just be a pleasant side effect. I decided to open this blog to get to know the real me, the me who arises when I'm writing. This all sounds very pretentious, and it will be just that. So come with me, and explore the unknown parts of my consciousness.

I've been thinking a lot about men in general. And how I don't want to be like them. I've been feeling this way for quite a long time. But the shit hit the fan this Tuesday. I was sitting at a meeting after our radioshow. We were discussing how we could reach out, and get more listeners. The idea of going to schools and handing out flyers and talking to people arose. Two guys loved the idea. Because they wanted to go meet all the slutty girls. And I was just so disgusted, I hate those guys. I hate guys in general, they're often shallow, stupid and mean. They're all around us, and I just hope that I'm different.

I often wish I wouldn't be different, life is easier if you just go along with the flow. But I've tried to be different, and I've found people who accept and like me for who I am, not for who I try to be.

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