Life gets hectic having to deal with project's deadline and tests.
It didn't help when people around you make life tougher.
I am really sick of those people's judgemental view(s) on
1) what I wear to school. I can't figure out why they have those "funny" expression when I wear something apart from the shorts and t-shirt. Even the auntie who cleans the lab gave me a second look and explained, " I have never seen you wear jeans." I almost feel sorry for my Dad when he asked me, "Do the girls from your uni wear dresses to school?"
2) my stand with regards to money issue. They keep criticising that I am money-face. It's not like I ever lend or beg for money from them.
3) my cold-bloodedness. Just because I didn't shed a tear, it doesn't mean I am not hurt. Maybe blood is thicker than water. However, why does losing a friend to death hurt much more than losing a (distant) relative? Just because I do not bother much, it doesn't mean that I should accept people talking to me like I'm a beast. Even animals should have rights.
When the universe gets more disorderly, I really shouldn't be wasting my time explaining to those people. I should have just left, the sooner and the better. Some things just never get better.
Noted at 11:54 PM
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