I just realize how fvcked up my personality could be. I myself dont know where I really stand. I'm not the meanest, nor the kindest you'll ever meet. I doubt I could be this expressive in words. Sometimes I wish it should've been mandatory to take psychology class in college so the people, who tend to judge us, would understand pips like me---- pips who could be tough in the outside but is actually more than just what lies above it--- That I'm more than just that snotty snob girl who barely takes second glance on people she passed by.
I wish people could realize that some words affect me as well. Maybe I may not show it. Maybe I often shrugged it off and pretend it didn't matter but in reality it does. It always does. Sometimes when I'm quiet or I'm frowning. It's not because I'm upset nor am I mad, it only means that I'm in a deep thought--- ransacking my brains for something that may come out in a bit. Purely random I say.
When I think about it, I realize that the things we say doesn't actually mean half of anything we thought of. It's like not all the things we utter, it generally spill enough of what we think inside our cocohead. Ofcourse, first impression always last but it doesn't mean to say that you can't change a thing about it when in fact change is always inevitable ---- an argument that doesn't only give justice but equality as well.
Those who actually thought that I'm just one of those snobby cold-hearted bitch who couldn't care less of what others might think about her---- you're wrong! I'm fairly human who says the meanest things but ended up regretting it otherwise. Stupidity? No. I call it the epitome of imperfection.
Imperfection-- meant to be who we are, of what we are.
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