Do you know, that Walls have ears?

Stong trip was a great trip partly because of the sense of accomplishment when you reach the top, jump down a cliff, slide down a waterfall and did not die. What is actually sad is the revelations you discover about some people you previously had about certain people, and observations of the new. Who ever said first impressions do not change have not met people whom you once thought highly of, worshipped at, and then they disappoint you. And suddenly I was removed from my denial and thrown back into the ugly world where looks matter, way too much, and what ifs start popping up in my head even when I was trying to sleep. What if i opened up more, what if i was skinnier, what if i was prettier. In the context of being accepted, being wanted and not being ignored, you must admit that it is never possible to escape from the shallowest details. They, ultimately, play the most important parts. Have you ever seen a movie where a unpopular girl is damnit hot and bone skin? Never, it never happens, and I wish I could make a movie out of it.

Stong, like I said, was fun, albeit those ugly perspectives.