It won't matter in five years anyway.

I think the whole stereotype thing is stupid. Now, I'm still a youngun; I'm not an adult, I'm still probably naive, and I make too many stupid mistakes. Point is, maybe my opinion is stupid and maybe it isn't, but truthfully I think that even if the stereotype hype and pre-judgement and whatever doesn't pass, it will for us.

Meh, I'm horrible at saying things without explaining. Basically, even if this carries on to our children and our children's children, once we're older nobody's really going to give a flying f**k how we dress or what colour our hair is or whatever.

Like, it was just last year that whenever someone called me emo I got really cheesed off. I tried my hardest to avoid dressing emo, acting emo, and listening to emo music. But I realized something: It doesn't effing matter. I shouldn't care what any idiots think because I'm me and that's all I really need. As long as I'm happy with how I dress, act, talk, etc. then it's all good. So what if I wear skinny jeans or whatever? It doesn't take away from the fact that I'm me and I have the right to be whoever I want.

Last year someone told me to show them my wrists and I punched them in the face. This year someone told me to show them my wrists and I smiled and walked away. It happened again and I smiled, showed them and said 'clean', and walked away. It happened again and I smiled, showed them and said 'clean, thanked them for caring about me, and walked away. I don't care what people think of me. I walked around in kitty ears one day and asked people to 'become one with Russia' the next. I know more history than any other freshman (and most upperclassmen) in my school because I watch Hetalia. I dress however the hell I want. In gym class during badminton, I'm England and my opponent Meghan is Spain and we battle, and now every time I see her in the hall I threaten to sink her armada. I don't care what other people think of me anymore, because what's it going to matter in five, ten, twenty years?

I cosplay in school. I say I'm "Alfredian" instead of "American". Likewise, I spell things the "Arthurian" (British) way and I don't care how many other Alfredians don't like it. I'll usually end up speaking at least five languages in one conversation. I carry around a frying pan and call people 'Potato bastard' when I'm mad. I take pictures of any yaoi I come across and sometimes make my friends pose for me. I'm proud to be a Hetalia fan and I'm proud to be a geek and I'm cerainly proud to be a fangirl and to hell with anyone who thinks I'm not awesome.

Last year I carried around a pink effing bunny for God's sake! And do you know how many people came up to me and said they admired me and wished they had the guts to do something like that? Hell, if they only knew how many other people thought it was awesome... If they didn't care... My god, middle school and high school would be full of pink bunnies.

Basically, if nobody cared what others thought of them, then the world would be a better place. Why should anyone care what people think of them?

I dunno. The idea struck me, I wrote it. Sue me. Well, don't. I don't have the money for a lawyer, or for being sued...

I'mma sleep now.