And I'm not missing you.

Gah. Thought it through the whole night. That dude's so effed up okay. For no rhyme or reason, HE had to call me a BUNK. Like, I ain't one at all. And how he answered was superbly S-T-U-P-I-D. "I regard such people who cut such hair as bunks." LIKE, GET A LIFE OR SOMETHING OKAY. I'm a bunk because I have darn short hair and I happen to look like a guy. HELLO. So I'm lesbian/butch just because of the hair? One of the reasons to why I did this to my hair is to show YOU I'm strong and independent. To cut off my tresses to this length was to also show YOU I don't need you buckling down on me anymore. I've wasted more than time on you. I've wasted MYSELF on you. Superficial, that's one word to describe you. Think whatever you wanna then. I'm a bunk/butch/tomboy/lesbian yadadada~ I'm not gonna rebut your words no longer because MY CONSCIENCE IS CLEARER THAN YOU EVER THINK. Why should I care anyway. It's MY life and it's MY hair and moreover, it's MY sexual orientation. Who are you should you think that I'm lesbian whatsoever? Okay, so what if I am, AIN'T IT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS? Gah. Go take some human equality lessons here before you yadadada on with me about MY sexual orientation. I like my hair now, wthell can you do?

Total feminist now. Seriously, I can't believe I was soooooo stupid to have been waiting for such a superficial ass. I should have moved on long ago. I'm gonna show you, I'm not to be trifled with and I don't think my life needs YOU to go on. You made me stronger than before. I'm not weak like I used to be.

To you all out there, I don't hate him. Not a single bit. Although my tone sounds a bit harsh, but no. What's the point anyway. In the end, it's me who suffer the consequences. I can't put myself in such hardship anymore. It ain't worth it. Ciao. Love, Fionella.