One thing I most detest would have to be the assumption of another that I am merely as I seem. They look at me, talk to me, and simply assume that I am just that happy girl, or just that sarcastic girl, or just that quiet girl, and never someone more. And I hate it most when they talk to me as if they know everything about me, when they’ve only bothered to see one face. Why is it that sky gazers only see the clouds and never the endless space above it? Just tilt your eyes and focus farther. That’s all you need. It’s not difficult or particularly strenuous.

It’s just that sometimes you have to work for something after all.
Pity.