You might be wondering why this post is entitled "It Kinda Sucks Being Bianca Nadine Carayag". Well, in the past few months, nothing much changed. I just realized that I suck. What makes me say that? Well, let's put is this way: I. Am. Ugly
I left off with a post about having a post concert depression. That was 3 months ago. The days when I hardly cared on what I look like, or what I'm doing. Don't get me wrong, I cared on what I look, I just didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I hated looking at the mirror unsatisfied, so I just didn't do anything.
After August, I suddenly got insecure. The society got to me. The harsh things that were rushing in my mind made me mental. It made me think that I had to change, that I had to be different. At that time, I got really bored with my hair. I wanted to do something daring, something unique. At that moment, I was looking at Tessa Netting's instagram. I got really attracted to her pixie cut. I shook it off and thought on how horrible I would look like with a pixie cut. When the time passed, I played with my hair and tried to make it look like I had a pixie cut. I put my hair in a ponytail, then placed it on my forehead. I shared this picture with my closest friends. I wanted to take a vote if it would look good on me. Majority said it would fit me great. But the butterflies in my stomach begged to differ. I had made up my mind. When of break for the first term started, I had my haircut. I looked awkward. At the same time I had confidence. I finally felt superior. I loved the feeling of changing. I loved the feeling that I was becoming someone new. There was only one thing that scared me: the fact that I had to go back to school and everyone would see the new me. I was afraid on what they would say. I was afraid that everyone would laugh at me. I was afraid that people would start judging me.
A week has passed by. The sem break was over in just a snap. The morning of the first day of the second semester was chaos. We still didn't know our schedule, and who our classmates would be. I had to wake up early to check what block I was assigned to. On the way to school, my hands turned cold, my stomach had twice the butterflies than before. I wasn't sure on how my friends would react. Mariko new about my haircut. She was the first person I that knew that I had a pixie cut. I got in the school and no one was there yet. I sat by the lobby and waited for the others. While I waited, I just browsed through twitter. Minutes has past when Mhary arrived. She looked at me with an odd look. I gave her a lame excuse that my mum wanted me to have a new haircut. Mj arrived and asked me what happened to my hair. I gave him the same false excuse. I didn't want to tell them that I wanted it for myself. It would make me look that I made a bad decision. When Mariko arrived, she was excited to see me. She kept on patting my hair and telling me that I looked great in it. Chef AJ went to the lobby to welcome us back. He noticed my hair and said "I usually hate short hair on girls, but on you, it looks great!" I couldn't control my smile. A lot of people were giving me complements. I guess that's the perks of having new hair.
On that day, the blocks were announced. Den, Mariko, Mhary and I got split up. Mariko was with Mhary, and I was with Den. I was actually relieved. Don't get me wrong, I love all three of them. The only problem I have with them is I get really left out.
The new block I have is pretty fun. Mj's there so I was really happy. I can finally be myself because my best friend was in my block.
Months passed and everything I was afraid about came true. It was fun having Mj, Den, Clarence and Cyrus during lunch. They were the best. Mj had my back, Den was always by my side, Clarence always cracked me up with his stupidity, and Cyrus always amazes me with new things. Having Mj as a best friend, you would expect shenanigans from him. I knew he would tease me. He keeps on teasing me with every wrong move I make! It was tolerable. It was funny. But it's all fun and games when someone got hurt. Just last week, Mj teased me about my hair. He called me Justin Bieber. I didn't mind because it was sort of true. But then Clarence went in on it too. They kept on singing Justin Bieber songs. I just raised my middle finger to show them that I'm getting tired of it. But Clarence crossed the line. He told Mj that I could be a potential contestant in "That's My Tomboy". Mj just laughed.
It just stabbed me. It flushed down my confidence. I gave them the cold shoulder for minutes. I can't stay mad at Mj, so I just started talking to him. I didn't talk to Clarence for the rest of the day. It just made me really upset.
It made me reflect on what I have. Come to think of it, I didn't have this haircut out of boredom. I had this haircut to get noticed. To make someone like me. Bianca Carayag has a lonely life. A life without someone to share it with is equivalent to nothing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not desperate for a boyfriend. I don't need that in my life right now. The thing that is bothering me is the fact that I'm not attractive. If I didn't look good with long hair, I assumed that I would look good in short hair. But no, it just made me look like a man.
Having these thoughts swimming in my head makes me think if I was going to die alone. It made me think of everything that is wrong about me.
1. I'm ugly.
2. I'm socially awkward.
3. My body sucks.
4. I don't know how to please people.
and plenty more.
Yes, I'm insecure. I'm a fucking child. I will never grow up.
This post sucks. Bye.
-Bianca.



















