When I last met my friends for dinner and they had "Sheila ki Jawani" playing in the longue and I said, "I hate that song" And one of them said, "Well you have to admit its catchy."
Now had I been the girl who shuts up once someone raises an opinion against mine, the matter would've been settled.
I responded, "Its a plague and its catchy, that doesn't make it fucking good."
That left her speechless and left me at peace. But that also left me one friend less, again.
But then their is my life. I want to scream for help. Send out multiple signals for help. I'm only rude to people because they're mean to me or they'll be once I don't be rude to them. I've a right to life too. Or do I? I've never really allowed many people past my walls. I'm the kind of a girl who'll pretend that nothing matters while my heart can be exploding with everything that does. Most of my thoughts and mind power is consumed with only one thought all day, everyday - "Focus! Don't let them see you cry."
I'm not making much sense. But I am to myself.
Hope can do wonders, even tiniest bit of it. I'm hoping one day I'll fit into the definition of pretty for this society and then I'll be allowed to survive without being hurtfully questioned.
Another truthful blog post. May I suggest that people who can't respect an opinion can't be your friend. So you lost an acquaintance. I hope you fit in one day if that's what you really want but it's a hypocritical society and a huge mess.
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