pandasINyourRAMEN

I've seen it happen, almost everyday, this male aggression. Some say it isn't right some say - this is just life. I've never seen it, this female aggression. But I know it happens behind lace curtains- in the broad light of day. All this aggression and only some people speak and others hide because society says, "she had it coming" and "he should have liked it." Because somehow the victim is never right. And somehow the accused is seen in loving light. People try to change it, but only hypocrites do. Because they say "this is controversial but..." when we thought you blamed the accused too! But you really blame the victim because you see yo

I took a deep breath and flew away from the rail, laughter and screams echoing behind me as gravity took me to the water. My body curled in on itself as I was summerged in the murky depths, I rose and sputtered as I came back to the surface. Pushing my hair back from my face I turned towards the bridge, watching as the group coerced another girl to follow my lead. I recognize her as one of the girls from Saint Mary's. "Come on!" I call up as loud as I can. She turns from the boys and catches my eye. "The waters great!" I swim towards the bridge, close enough that I lave to lean back to see her. She puts her orange hair into an elastic and I