leaving it all behind

To free oneself to those that hold u back is to live consequently with your-self and kiss those Asses goodbye.

How would you accept yourself if no one accepts you as who you are. How would you be able to shut down your ears from those who kept on pulling you if it seemed like it’s a part of the air you’re breathing? How would you know if what they say wouldn’t do you anything? It’s a dispute of finding your true self but how could you if the world just doesn’t give you a single hint of who you are.

Step out of the barrier. Venture off. And believe in what you truly feel.

There’s a whole new crowd. I study in a design and art school in college. And I must say that I could be who I want to be now. I wear what I like without anyone being so bothered because you’re “naka-porma”. I see different people. Fashion design students and their so-way-attires, Artsy-fartsy kids and their uniqueness and people who dared to be different. Everyone had his or her own characters. I’ve come to apprehension that what I am wasn’t so diverse after all.

Seeing them now, people I’ve spent my growing up days. I’ve come to evaluate how different they are from the world out there. Generic people I must say. Bunch of 18 years old who thinks San Mig light would make them drunk. People who don’t know much but think they do. They still think that jumpers, knee-length leggings, shirt over shirts, boleros are so “uso”. She actually thought she was so cool. They are again 18-year-olds who have an experience as much of twelve years old.

I can see the used-to-be-jocks are so totoy, popular girls? You wouldn’t even know they were popular if you weren’t from our school. Most of them even look like maids; I forgot how did they become popular. The perky girls are still perky but are so baduy. The heartthrobs don’t even look first-class. The party was good, there’s a dj, great food, alcohol and everything but the crowd doesn’t know how to party. All they did was stand there and cough at their own smokes. Most of them don’t even intermingle; they just stare at people’s faces.

Enough of the cynicism. Must admit that I was also glad to see my old associates. Others, they were the ones who told me who I am but I’m not.

To end this, I finally saw how nothing they are and poles apart their perspectives are from the average teenage world. Losers compare to other batches that came ahead of. It was nice to leave them all behind.

Sorry if you’re affronted. I didn’t ask you to read this. Nevertheless, you baby should accept the harsh reality right? It’s not about pitching myself. Oh well only a part of it. But it’s all factual you’ll realize that.