Petty Pyromaniac

Now, if you didn't know, I'm constantly riding the emotional rollercoaster; my mood swings outrank the average person by far. Some of my best friends call me psychotic and crazy (yes, they're male, how did you guess?) and I hate it more than anything. But to be fair, they're not really too far off..? I prefer the phrase 'emotionally-unbalanced-in-response-to-all-the-crap-I've-gone-through-in-the-last-year' but I guess that's just me. Sorry, I'm done with the shade, I love them, moving forward.  Now in avoidance of another emotional purge like I demonstrated last semester, see this  post  if you're curious, I'll be quick: sometimes I get super mad, sometimes I get super sad, sometimes I'm jealous, clingy, petty, happy, calm, etc.. I feel like I'm about to have an emotional breakdown if a friend is acting weird, after losing a childhood best friend (not by death, by lies...don't worry) in a really awful situation recently. I feel...

There is an invisible list out there that has the name of every person who has ever thought I may be a 'hoe', solely based on how I dress. The list obviously includes strangers, but also family members and friends... people who know me inside-out but still view a crop top or strappy bralette as a telltale sign of a slut. My wardrobe consists of millions of potential stomach-exposing-leg-revealing-shoulders-out-cleavage-hinting-booty-popping outfits. One 'excuse' I could give for this is that I get heat exhaustion in the summer fairly easily, making me more inclined to wear clothes that allow my skin to breathe, therefore preventing myself from getting dizzy midday. Another 'excuse' I could give is that I love being controversial, and by not wearing conservative outfits, I am proving my independence to my overbearing parents. Perhaps my best and most real 'excuse' is that I simply just love that style of fashion, and my outfits genuinely make me happy. ...