Difference

I didn't particularly like Tricia at first. I dislike her because I thought that she's flirt. Tonight, when I watched PBB Teen Clash, she totally captured my interest, because even if I'll deny it, there are some qualities that we have in common, particularly her sensitivity and how she value friendship.

I read some comments here and saw that some people hate Tricia for being too emotional and named her plastic.

It is quite hurtful since it reminds me on how people used to say these words to me when I was younger. These memories remains vividly marked in my heart. But it didn't change me; to evolve into an emotionless and expressionless robot.

Simply, because I found my reasons.

Just because I don't want to neglect my emotion in order to stop my tears, it will make me less human, less courageous nor less real. It won't make me stupid, nor make me feel shame. I am not hurting anyone, it is not a sin.

I might be proud for I was able to show something that some people conceals. I can smile just to be indifferent. But I choose to be me. My tears are my very own sacred feelings. It isn't a mere show to please, to beg neither for mercy nor for sympathy. It is what I REALLY feel.

It is my own way of expressing something when the feelings are overwhelming

... and words are insufficient.

Our hate will lead us to nowhere. I am not asking people to understand; instead I am asking people to respect each other and stop judging and calling names, just because we are not the same.

We are all unique in our own respective ways. We are all different; all of us are entitled to show who and what we are. Just like how people express their feelings through words, songs or paintings, a tear is a different way of expression.

Just how your beliefs might be different from mine, still, I'll respect it. Once again, let us respect that difference, let us respect each other.