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aha. I'm always the outsider whether I like it or not. All my life.

I've always hated the idea of conformity-I whined about the fact that all uniforms were,well, uniform- and have tried really hard to avoid it. And failed. eh.

Primary school was a walk the park, until I transferred into a co-ed school. I was the only girl who spoke proper English, could back-sass the teacher, and was very outspoken (yes, even then.) But the girls never liked me because I was rough, and they could only either speak Malay or Chinese. They didn't like me because, well, they had no boobs (this was round primary 4.yes, I'm a fast bloomer). I didn't make the effort to hunch, because I was proud to have something they didn't :D
But I didn't really care back then. I had a couple of friends whom were brave enough to befriend me and not poke fun at my boobs. Primary school was goooood.

Secondary school began with much dislike. People poked fun at my boobs (...even now.), made fun of the way I spoke, people I associated myself with, yadayada, the way I dress...
I'm born with the IDONTGIVEASHIT-gene, so taunts don't usually get to me. Eventally, insults finally sink into my thick skull. And then my self-esteem level disintergrates, my love for life does as well, etcetcetc, and so I feel like shit. And mostly wondering why people hate me so much.(boy, that's...um..emo.) Then later, I come to a shocking conclusion ; my life does not really suck, people are arseholes, and anti-conformity will always be met with animosity.
But I think it doesn't really matter when you have so many good people in my life as I do :DDDD

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RUBBER DUCKIES!



-a n i s.