doesn't sound like the typical teenage disaster now, does it?
but that is how everyone sees me on the outside. no one really gets a glimpse at the inside. but here is what one may find if he or she cares to take the time and look: a victim of drama. a girl who does not trust anyone. a girl who has been hurt too many times to count. a girl let down by all who supposedly loved her. but most of all, a girl who is misunderstood.
now THAT sounds more like your typical teenage disaster.
which is why i have created this blog. for all of you who have dull and boring lives and need some entertainment, or something to talk about. for all of you who have been through the same experiences as i have, and feel alone. for all of you who want the reality that you don't seem to encounter on your television screens. this blog is for all of you.
so i will tell you how it all began.
high school started out a little rough. seeing as i didn't know anyone in my entire school, i saw it as a chance to be whoever i wanted to be. however, things did not go so well on my first day of school, where i was forced to sit with who would be the most popular girl in our entire class. her first words to me? "stay away from my limited-edition coach purse. it's worth thousands." so needless to say, high school did not start off on a high note.
but i would soon find out that's just how shallow high school really is.
freshman year. it was a very trying time. i struggled to make friends. but i later found out that people found me intimidating because they thought i was quiet, smart, and pretty. but before i found that out, there were countless lunch periods spent eating alone in bathroom stalls, or at whatever table would accept me. but then i met this boy, who we will call B. he was a popular boy in my class with a core group of friends who did not usually accept anyone other than themselves. so on the first day we interacted, B invited me to sit next to him at his lunch table, getting up and interrupting his friend's conversation. he even forced his friend to move over, just so i would have someone to sit with. i did not speak a single word during that lunch, nor any other lunch i spent with B and his friends.
not long after, i began to make friends, and left B and his lunch group. i did not feel bad at the time
[not finished. but no one will find this anyway...]
