Challenge #02418-F228: Smile For Me
There three main causes of most murders. "Anger" is one. -- Anon Guest
You know what really pisses me off? The phrase, "You're cute when you're mad." Like all that ever matters about me is the appeal I have to everyone around me. I'm cute. I'm adorable. I'm so pretty, haha, I shouldn't have negative feelings.
Bull. Hockey. I'm a human being, just like them. I have feelings, both positive and negative. I have wants and needs. I make choices... but the only ones that matter seem to be the ones that change how I look to the entire world. Too much makeup. Too little makeup. Comfortable clothes or sexy ones. Looking professional is looking like a high-end hooker. Too much heel. Too little heel. The right kind of hair. Go blonde. Get a perm. Don't get a perm. Maybe become a brunette. Do something about your weight, your skin tone, your nose...
I'm a person, but the rest of the world treats me like an object to be pretty or felt up or that my only purpose of existence is to be attractive, have babies, and preferably die after all the messy parts of child-raising are over. I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate all the people who endorse it. I hate the entire industry centred around putting me into the same mould as whatever vapid stereotype happens to be the leading example of what a woman is supposed to be. In brief, I hate this entire world. That's why I'm going to do my best to kill it.
I know I can't get all of them, but I know where the worst of them are. Where the predatory gyms are, the ones suck money from people whilst promoting punishment for eating. Where the diet cults gather to promote the next rash of desperate souls unaware that it's all a scam. Where there are endless streams of images that have been altered to the point where the women in them are no longer human... but still look human enough to make women want to look like that no matter how impossible it is.
I heard they've given up on photoshopping real models and have gone directly to CGI. Not that it matters. Some of those predatory scumbags will mate with a pillow with a picture on it. Surely you agree that there are some who need to die.
How are they going to die? Quick, loud, and messy. Everything a girl shouldn't do. Thank the lax weapons laws around here for the means. Thoughts and prayers won't stop me from destroying as much as I can about this vain dream of controlling the likes of me.
First man to tell me to smile is going to start it all. Shouldn't take long, then.
Of course I'm willing to die for this. Die ugly, so they can die mad.
They might be cute when they're angry.
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