Sometimes I wish everyone would be less judgemental of everyone else. Its like everything we do is treated way too critically.

I get it that sometimes we think that the people around us won’t change. We think they are always constant, that they will always be the same.

But what I don’t get is why changing my outer appearance automatically means that I’ve changed on the inside. Why do people assume that just because I’ve dyed my hair and change my hairstyle that they should not associate with me?

My hair is RED NOT ORANGE!

But then people see what they want to see, just like they see that I look like a gangster, just like they say that I look like an ah lian. People come up with all these comments to put you down.

Did they not think that their comments, as my friends, would hurt me too?

I wish I was a fish sometimes. Because being Nemo, means that at the very least your own kind, wouldn’t eat you up.

Sure there are the dangers of the sharks out there in the deep blue ocean, but at the least, you can trust your own kind.

How hard it is to be a human, and not being able to trust your fellow human being.

I wish that a magic hammer would come and knock me out and just let me forget that I’m a person who values my friends opinions and forget the memories related to them.

Its so hard remembering the good times with them, looking at their good side all the time and so easily forgetting the bad.

I wish I could hold on to the grudges, at the very least the next time I get hurt, it wouldn’t be so bad.

I wish I could kiss Stitch and it would morph into the perfect friend! Because its so extremely hard to find a friend that would listen and understand you.

Or simply a friend who won’t judge you.

Its not easy to hear your friend pass fleeting statements about your image, about your looks, about your character, about everything about you.

And its harder to find a friend who wouldn’t say things that hurt.

If life was all about posing with inanimate objects and being a still frame whereby you’re always smiling, then maybe just maybe I would want to be that way.

People don’t understand how hard it is to flow along life and have comments thrown at you that you don’t really understand.

Its easy to say these people are jealous, its easy to swipe away their comments. Or at least you think its easy.

But at the end of the day, you still remember.

Its a sodden sodden day and all I really wanted from the start, was people to stop being judgemental and be happy about my change.

Because honestly, its not like I look like a whore, or I turned my character into a bitch. I am who I am and if changing makes me happy, makes me more confident.

Then why oh why can’t people just accept me simply for who I am, changes to my appearance or not.

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