Judgement

I hate this place. It's as shallow as the people around it. We all work hard everyday to make sure we're judged well. We're judge by everyone, Strangers, friends, family. We judge them right back. How they dress. How they look. How they think. We talk. They talk.

What type of a person they are. And how your assumptions change them through your eyes. The world fxcking demands us to be perfect. A very impossible goal. The world sees me and my flaws and everyone tries to cover them up. Whether it be clothing, make up, a fake image. But we're still judged for that. We're all in the wrong.

I feel defeated. We don't feel beautiful until someone says we are.