i knew it wasn't on purpose and its most probably one of the mindless things you do, but it hit home.
damn, but it hurts when some ppl who are supposed to know you don't. worse, they put you under stereotypes. even worse, i'm classified under the air-headed, rich, wimpy, bubblegum pink, all hearts and flowers, sugar-daddy-hunting, money-lovin', money hunting, and, i hate to say this,stupid category. it stinks, and before you join forces with this certain person and say aye, i shall let you know that no, i do not own a single pair of designer sunglasses the only pair i own is the eight or six dollar pair i bought in hongkong, and its fake. i do not own clothes costing above 70 bucks except for the two prom dresses i have. i have no Gucci, Chanel, Armani, Prada, and, i don't know, true religion? hanging in my closet. i do not own all the accessories there are to own in the world. i do not live and die for money, and i am not stupid. ( fine i see you throwing my results in my face but i do have some smarts okay.) but why am i even saying this? i already come with a label in your head.
deep down inside, you belittle me and look at me with disdain. don't ask me how i know. it takes one to know one. (yes i speak of your one thousand and one faults, but because i know that's just the way you are, i don't put (my) words into your mouth, unlike you.)
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i can't believe i'm actually trying to prove myself and being so childish via blog, but you bet this is the last time i'm going to do this.
YOU. i had enough, god dammit. you stop thinking and believing and treating me like i'm a freaking. walking. Paragon.
cyn.
161288.
victorian.
vjc 05S43.
vjcsb.
tpjc (1st 3mths) 05S31.
tksian.
tkband.
khs.
flautist =)
all that i hold dear.
besties(: and lovely lovely friends.
family.
shopping, reading, lazing around.
sweet, pretty, striking colours.
swirls. stripes.
ice cream, chocolate, and the same few constants.