Sometimes, standing up for yourself is not the best weapon. Sometimes, it's all about being quiet and walking away. I have always told myself that standing up for who I am is always the best alternative and I would never go wrong. But I did.
I hate it when anyone thinks of me as incapable. Weak and fragile. But I am not. I hate it when anyone treats me like a child. Like an immature weirdo. But I am not. I hate it when anyone thinks that I am too reliant when in actual fact, I, too, could be independent. I hate it when I remain silent, too afraid of being judged of what leaves my mouth, but got perceived as being an introvert instead.
It's funny how you could tell yourself that wounds could cure and scars would fade. But in actual fact, deep inside your mind, lies piles of untruth and uncertainties.
At this point, am I too vulnerable or am I just simply too obsessed with how I portray myself to others?