I'm pretty happy to be who I am today, generally I'm terribly depressed and morbid mostly because my whole day is surrounding which celebrity screwed up their lives most. But today I am happy, only because I saw Lizzie Grubman's teared up and overly tan skinned, and her short raggedy bleached hair was icing on the cake of my depression.
I'm just happy about me today, my hair is long and healthy, my skin isn't faked baked, and I can walk the streets without people puking when they see me. She is the cure for any depression.
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Perhaps if you didn't judge yourself and others so harshly and tried to find happiness in positive things, rather than in the misery of others, you would be less depressed?
After all, however often you say other people are 'ugly', it won't make you, even the tiniest bit, better looking, will it?
Women being like this to each other is what let men take over the world.
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