Thirteen Reasons Why; Or Why Not

I’m not going to lie. I’ve never experienced depression, and seeing as my family history is pretty clear of mental illness in general, it seems I have the genetic luck of not being predisposed to such a horrifying disease. This is not to say that there are other factors that play into becoming depressed, because… Continue reading Thirteen Reasons Why; Or Why Not

Objectification

  I am an object. At least, this is how I feel when I'm ranked and pitted against my fellow females. In high school, men are boys. They're immature, this much I understand; After all, it's only been told to me about a hundred times. Even amongst my friends, who for the most part are… Continue reading Objectification