It's amazing how a couple of words can change a thing you were excited just seconds ago to something that you want to just trash and never look at again.
Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Why do I dress "weird"? Why can't I have a normal taste, put on jeans and a t-shirt that 20 000 other people do to and just be pleased with it. Be a fucking clone. I don't mind a joke. I really don't. But I don't want to hear it from you. There are already tons and tons of people out there who like laughing at the way I look and making rude comments. Don't laugh too. Youu're supposed to be here to support me. I rely on you. You are not supposed to be like them. I don't want you to joke about it.
I don't expect you to dress like me. I don't expect you to love everything I wear. But I do wish you'd appreciate the fact that the way I dress makes me happy. I know how to dress appropriate when I'm at work or go out on town with you so you shouldn't give a rat's ass what I wear when I'm by myself.
But if you insist on seeing the piece of clothing I bought just to make a stupid joke about it.. Please don't bother. I don't need that. I really don't. I've heard enough of it already to last for a lifetime and yet I know there will be a bunch of comments again more next time.
I know I'm being sensitive and ridiculous but I've been crying for twenty minutes now.
And I just don't think that's fair.
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