Sometimes, I wish I’m a boy.

Then I can be prideful for all I want, but still be ‘man’ in other people’s eyes.

Then I can be mean for all I want because I’m not born as sensitive as girls.

Then I can do everything by myself and people will praise me for being independent.

Then I can chase whichever girl I like and not look weird for taking the initiative.

Then I can have multiple female good friends and nobody would say that I’m a flirt.

Then I can go to the club every day and the worse label I’d get is “desperate”.

Then I can impress others by having all the talents in the world and nobody would think that I’m overpowering, too “up there”.

Then I can just sit there, stare at the sky and not think of any miscellaneous stuffs.

Then I can move on easily.

Then I can fall asleep easily.

And I don’t have to go through monthly cramps.

And I don’t have to go through their nonsensical mood swings, their emotional turmoil.

And I don’t have to oh-so-gentle-and-nice.

And I don’t have to plan what I have to wear to school daily.

And I don’t have such a variety of clothes to choose from.

And I don’t have to multi-task (because I can’t)

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Sometimes, I wish I’m a girl.

Then I can wear pretty clothes to school every day.

Then I can hide that disgusting pimple on my cheek with concealer.

Then I can have tons of variety of clothes to choose from.

Then I can be wishful and childish for all I want because I’m born this way.

Then I can breakdown and cry, but people won’t see me as weak.

Then I can have people who’d talk to me throughout the night about nonsensical stuffs.

And I don’t have to go through NS.

And I don’t have to worry about not doing well in studies or career, because I can always “marry a rich husband”.

And I don’t have to carry the burden of my family, and the family I’m gonna build in future.

And I don’t have to earn a lot of money to give my family a comfortable life.

And I don’t have to plan dates.

And I don’t have to pay for girls.

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Sometimes, I wish I’m between. Then maybe I don’t have to think so much about the benefits of being the other gender. But seriously, who wants to be in between?

Humans, never satisfied with what they already have.