13 October

Dumb, blonde, cheerleaders, man-stealing snake.

The boldness people show when they think they aren't heard amazes me.

They have casted me as just another supporting role on this stage to show how amazing the main character is. In this world, apparently a girl can only be a protagonist and gets to have a happy story if she is tomboyish but still sexy as hell; a nerd who spends all her time reading and watching television, but still manages to get straight As every single year.

In their eyes, I have been and always will be a one-dimensional character. I've heard it all, heartless and fake, mean and selfish - how can they blame me for putting on armour to protect my friends and myself when they are they ones who stabbed me first?

I have never been the protagonist of my own story - just a villain in someone else's world. Should I be blamed for trying to create a happy ending for myself? Isn't that what everyone is doing?