What Am I Worth?
Sometimes I wonder if I had made a wise decision in choosing the same polytechnic as my secondary school friends. Then again, had I chosen another school, I’d be wondering the opposite. Friends come and eventually leave. Others change so much that you no longer identify their face with their new character. Some just hurt you without knowing it. Sponsor ZUJI SG - MLOB Cannonball 300x250 Find Me The Best Priced...
Short Hair, Long Hair or Hybrid Hair
Seven weeks ago, I looked like this. But now, my hair just looks horrendous. I have naturally wavy hair, which bulks up pretty quickly. The problem is worsened because my previous use of bleach has dried my hair. I’m considering having a hybrid of long and short hair. Perhaps a gothic hairstyle but I’m not ready to sport a mohawk again. Please aid me in this decision by completing my poll below. I’d like feedback as well....
Losing My Writing Ability?
I’ve written certain great essays in the past, praised by the teacher. In my stories, I could be what I wanted to be; I could be god for all I care. My thoughts would be mirrored in what I penned. But now, I have this irrational fear that I won’t succeed in writing a convincing male character. The effeminacy thing has taken a huge toll on me, really. Sometimes I get this feeling that I’m just living someone else’s life. And there was some cosmic mistake. It doesn’t matter already because I don’t know what else I can say about this. Now really, I sound as if I’m miserable but, it’s just tiredness. For now, I’ve given up talking about my pathetic unrequited love for someone. Lord Logenmort does not need...
Me, A Sissy Freak
On my journey to death, I try to conform to conformity. Though I know not how, I tried my hardest. Still I failed. My hope is waning. What can I do for society’s acceptance. Perhaps soon I’ll reach my destination. Then conformity will no longer be an issue. It just hurts to be effeminate. It’s just like never finding a part of yourself. Your identity as male person. As much as I hate to talk about this issue, lets be honest, people know and people tease. I remember being called unpleasant things by people I didn’t even know, during my secondary school days. I attempted to change countless of time, but failed. I hate to keep searching for this part of my identity because it never manifest itself. The tauntings just worsens it. It makes me...
We hate someone for how they make us feel
I’m haunted by the past. Three years ago, I waged war against a friend, whom which I felt had treated me disrespectfully. I was an overly sensitive and insecure kid then. I was taunted and teased by some. However, my greatest merit was to bottle anger for years, and when the last straw came, my wrath would be overwhelmingly illogical. This person was a close friend of mine. I had considered her a sister of sort. But I had felt I was taken for granted and I was sensitive when people teased me about my effiminacy. That she did. It hurt just too much, to know that there are things in this world you’ll never be. On a certain day, three years later, I snapped and plotted against her. I managed to manipulate a majority of people to turn against her. It was...
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