02 February 2012
I'm taking a stand.
Or at least I've been making a stand.
Because I feel that if I take a stand, than that means I'm at least not a coward.
Holding on to what I believe in.
I really can't stand homophobic people.
Or any kind of people who discriminate other people for being different.
That's such a jacked up way of thinking.
Like.
Really fucked up.
It makes me so uncomfortable being around bigots.
Narrow-minded idiots who think that the world revolves around them.
I mean, sure.
To each his own.
But I don't think it should come to the point where you infringe upon another's comfort.
It just infuriates me.
I know this ignorant homophobe.
I see him everyday.
I am in his presence 5 days a week.
And it makes me want to throw up every little bit of my insides just thinking about him.
Whenever he's near, my skin starts crawling and I can't help but feel like tearing it all off.
I feel disgusting and disgusted.
He juvenile.
And he's so full of himself.
Fuck it.
Why am I even tainting this blog with shit about him?
He's not even worth the thought.
Let's get back to what I was talking about in the beginning.
I'm taking a stand.
I dislike him.
I detest him.
I won't wish him bad things.
But I most certainly won't ever wish him happiness.
But that's not the worst part.
The worst part is this.
It's that there seems to be this silent rift between me and my friends, the very people I used to consider close friends.
And it sucks.
It sucks not only because I feeling like I'm losing them, but mostly because they don't see who they're affiliating with.
They don't see that he's a prick.
A douche.
A shitfucker.
They don't see him for the bigot that he is.
And despite his childishness and stupidity being as clear as day, they still seem to be okay befriending him.
Harbouring a prisoner.
That's how it feels like if I were to consider him as a friend.
It goes against every will in my body to accept him.
To like him.
It's just fundamentally wrong.
I hope they see him for what he is.
And I hope they don't associate themselves with him.
Because if they do, then it speaks volumes about where their priorities lie.
And it just shows how much I'm nothing like them.
It irks me to have to go to school everyday and go through the same thing over and over again.
It's my last year.
And I didn't want to have this heaviness, this, feeling of disgust hanging over my head.
Shit this.
I'm above all of this.
I know that.
God, please help me through this year.
I need to make something out of myself.
And I can't do it when my mind's preoccupied with matters so unnecessary.
I feel sleepy.
1:54 AM
