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i woke up rockin' this hair today, curling beautifully at the back. i can't control it. week after week, it changes, as if it took on different personalities.

september was a good month. had never been as sentimental before. but i have one regret; one thing i should've done, but i don't know how to go about it without harboring any uncertainties. truth is, i'm well aware of my weaknesses and i am afraid and feeling pessimistic.

i'm not answering to that name anymore. it's bad enough that i can't walk comfortably with people are staring at me all the time. do you know how it is to be scrutinized by almost every other person on the street for eight fucking years? they don't realize how much it affected me psychologically. i do not deserve this.