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I am so sick of people judging me before knowing me.

Seriously, do you know me? Am I your friend? No, we're just school mates, we're not even acquaintances. How can you form such... such perverse judgments of me? Or are you just being pugnacious? OK, let me clarify something which I've been elucidating heavily on for the past few years:

You do not know me. You do not understand me and you NEVER will. So don't start that shit about knowing me, about knowing how I feel, because we all know it is just a blatant lie.

I mean, seriously? Do you know what it is like to be me, going through things that not everyone can see? Do you know what it's like to walk in my shoes? Please stop judging me, simply because I'm not you and also simply because judging one does not define one, but perfectly defines you as a person.

I apologize for coming off as a slut, as a flirt, as a show-off, as a drama queen, as a bimbo, whatever... but I am just doing what I do, being what and who I am. I don't see why I should degrade myself to be someone else, just because I will be more accepted if I do.

However, I will NOT apologize for how I feel. We all have different opinions and you might disagree with me, but please do not insult me for having a different opinion. Why should I apologize if my opinion offends you? That's like, asking me to apologize for being real. How illogical is that?

Also, I appreciate my friends telling me what other people who I do not know and vice versa think about me, but I do not appreciate you trying to change me. If you're that embarrassed to be my friend, then just go incommunicado with me.

I will not spend my whole life trying to live up to other people's expectations, and I will not stand for being told what to do. Fuck that. I am going to be free, I will do what I want, do what makes me happy and God be damned if anyone has anything to criticize about that. Life has no limits or boundaries: limits are just other people's expectations and boundaries are just other people's fears. I only have one life, one chance to do all that life offers me. Why should I let you people stop me?

Also, I have a brain that functions perfectly fine and tells me when the situation is really overboard and that I should stop. I'm not stupid, duh.

Oh, btw, if you find me so ugly to the point of even finding a problem with my hair, then you can just do your eyes a favour and just not look at me ever. Capiche?