There’s
always that moment where you feel like breaking down and just crying all the
tears and frustrations out. But then you realize you have no tears, they’re
dried up, emotionless. You couldn’t cry if you wanted to.
Besides,
it’s not worth crying over.
Being
a teenager… It’s different then you expect it to be. There’s whirlwind of
emotions, breakdowns, fights, late nights… You catch my drift. There’s a side of us that no one sees,
and only a select few know about it. The side where everything worries us, our
fears are told, our secrets confided in someone. I am sick of people not
getting to know a person, I am sick of people cheating their way through
school, and most of all, I am sick of people judging other people by a person
they once were, or their one action, or something completely irreverent. We
make mistakes. We are only human.
Teenager's life isn't all fits and giggles. We have something called the high school social system. You have the jocks and the rich girls, who if they got to know someone like me, who's a "nerd" (at least I think of myself as one... If you ask any one of my friends, they would agree...) and pretty attractive, they'd like me just fine. Heck, I'm shy. I'm not going to put myself out there as much as I would hope. Next you have the trouble makers. I was one of them. I looked around then saw that I didn't know who these people were, why I was with them. So I separated myself. It feels good to do something for myself. For once. Then you have everyone else. Everyone knows everyone's name. Then there are about 3 people who remain the nameless. They just float in the background. I forgot the wanna-bes. The people who continuously kiss people's butts. And then, there's me. I'll get into that more tomorrow. Got to go to bed Night
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