i don't know when it started, or what caused it.. but i no longer like the perfect, polished, sparkly and well put-together part of life. i used to be afraid of dirt and mess. i'm still deathly afraid of things that flutter and skitter, but flopping on sunny patches of grass, moshing with others in the crowd and traveling the unknown in old rattling trains is what i've grown accustomed to. road-side food, warm homestays or hostels and wandering the quiet streets. that's what i like. too often i find the shiny sparkly side to have a deep dark underbelly that disgusts and scares me. it's just too much sometimes.

and might i add, regardless of how much you think you've seen the world, or how much you think i haven't seen, you have no bloody right to judge me or treat me like a prissy little princess. fuck off.