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Only seven women are currently permitted by custom to wear white when visiting the Pope (the rest should wear black). This is the so-called “privilège du blanc”, which is granted to some Catholic queens or consorts of kings for historical reasons. – WTF Fun Facts

SI CPO Tier II Exam 2016: Official update, 11115 candidates appeared in the CPO Exam – India.com

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The Staff Selection Commission (SSC) has released a notification on its official website ssc.nic.in pertaining to the SSC SI CPO (Tier-II) Examination 2016. The Exam was conducted on December 18. The exam was held successfully at 48 venues in 10 centers across the nation without any untoward incident. It has been notified by the Staff Selection Commission (SSC) that a total of 12,043…

You told me you’re in love with me via facebook messenger nine months after I left you, which in and of itself is problematic.  It’s made worse by the fact that you spent the entire time we were together treating me like shit.  I felt absolutely worthless.  You always made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you, for me, and certainly not for anyone else.  You ignored me most of the time until it became convenient for you to have me around so you could use me to get yourself off then you turned your back to me again.  You never even once asked me what I liked or wanted, just projected what you wanted onto me and expected me to figure it out.  You violated my consent on more than one occasion and didn’t even notice or seem to care.  I have never felt so isolated, unwanted, or invaluable as when I was with you.  You were never there for me.  Ever.  It was more important to you that no one know that you and I even knew each other’s names.  You were more focused on swiping through tinder right next to me to ever be there for me.  So to say that you love me is an absolute insult.  To say that you’re “still” in love with me is even worse.  People don’t do that to people they love.

I am literally afraid every day that I might have to see you.  I hate that you still have such a strong effect on me.  I wish I could wake up and live my life and not worry about you at all but it’s not that easy.  Everything about you is incredibly triggering.  Not just big things like seeing you, literally everything.  The way you smell, the things you say, the sound of your voice.  Being around you makes me feel like I want to vomit.  And now you never seem to detach yourself from people I consider really good friends so I can rarely see and hang out with them without seeing you too.

So maybe I don’t look at you the same way.  Maybe I’ve lost the wonder in my eyes.  Maybe I can’t fucking stand you.  That’s all true, but I’ve got the fucking right.  You go on and on about being able to cut people out of your life but some of us don’t have that luxury.  I’m not the only one who feels manipulated and violated by you, so while you go on with your life almost entirely unphased by us, just know that we’re all suffering and hating everything to do with the fact that we’re still at the same fucking school as you.

You know what the most fucked up part of all this is?  You don’t understand what you did wrong.  You will never entirely understand what you did wrong because you can’t take a second to look up from how the whole thing affected you to think for once how it might have affected anyone else.  Now, that’s not to say that it doesn’t matter how things affect you, but you look at the world like everything is about how you feel and what you stand to gain.  When I worked up the courage to tell you how much you hurt me your response wasn’t “I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” it was “I wish you didn’t feel like that,” as if my pain was less valid than your disappointment that I didn’t want to be with you anymore.

So here we are.  I’m angry and afraid, you’re a prick, and nothing has changed.  But fuck, it feels good to get this out.  I don’t know if you or anyone I know on here will see this, but I don’t care, I’ll just sit here yelling into the void.  Part of me hopes you see this, part of me hopes no one ever does, but whatever.

In conclusion: Fuck you.