Day 77: Dear World: Fuck Off.
Stop questioning me because I choose to have my own beliefs. You are religious. Fine. You have issues with homosexual people. Fine. You don't wear short clothes, because you aren't comfortable in your own skin. Fine. Don't expect me to do the same. Stop whispering when I walk into a room. I DON'T like attention, nor do I like "the limelight". I have enough of shine in me to make someone's day bright. Stop asking me to quit smoking, i have my reasons. If my one picture with cigarette induces an urge in you to smoke, will my hundred pictures without no cigarettes make you quit smoking? Stop telling me what to wear and what not to. I am in love with my body and I love the skin in live in. Stop judging me if I have more male friends, or if I am good to someone of the opposite sex. It only means, I admire that person and I share a good connection with him. Stop calling me easy, just because I go out with people. People in my life certainly don't have a problem with that, and you aren't certainly one of the either. Stop making faces when I am open about issues like prostitution, gay marriages, pornography and sexual assaults. These are some major issues concerning the youth today. Admit it, you have all of them at the back of your mind too. Stop calling me a bitch because I speak what I have in my mind. Don't hate what you don't understand. Stop telling me I always remain secluded from the crowd. It is by choice not chance, I don't even like most of you. Stop judging me, when you hardly ever tried to get over the opinions you have had of me.
Guess what, I don't even know you exist.