heres a bit of hostillity...
I don't know everything.. and I probably never will. I'm learning as I go. I've made a lot of mistakes, and done a lot of really stupid things magnified 1000% by high school drama and I'll probably never live them down.. but you know what.. mistakes and how you deal with them.. shape who you are. I am an indecisive, silly, caring, un motivated, confused, loving, fucked up, and broken individual, trapped in a shell painted with a smile. There are only a hand full of people who actually know the real me. I thank you.. Everybody else likes to think they know me.. those people (everyone else) influence me more then they know.. and more then I'll ever let them know. they intimidate me.break me.crack my shell. You can be cruel beyond belief. After a while, whether rumors about you are true or not.. doesn't matter. Whats said sticks with you, it seeps in and follows you wherever you go, like a horrid, nagging shaddow when you want a suntan, or a putrid stinking dog that nips at your heals as you go for a nice stroll in the park. The only way to rise above it all.. is to be naive, block it out. forget. Thus, I have selective memory.
I fucking hate people who judge others. and I fucking hate high school. and rumors. and drama. and stereotypes. anddd I'm ranting.
To "everybody else": I'm seventeen - you're seventeen.. or, will be, or hell.. was (fucking middle aged women). Stop trying to live in my life.
oh, and.. P.S. Bout that ancient DT rumor.. um... It didn't actually happen. so you know what? Fuuuuck you.
I don't like boys who just want to get in my pants.. boys who try to arouse conversation with me, or.. well.. HARASS ME IN SCHOOL (f'ing N's) and ask me to hang out... I don't want to hang out with you. I'm not blind, nor blond, nor a sucker.. and you creep me out. F'off. PLUS.. I love My Boyfriend. You'll never be half as wonderful as he is.
Andrew... I love you. Thats all there is to it. You are kind and loving and supportive and make me feel beautiful. Thank you for more things than I can count.
I fucking hate people who judge others. and I fucking hate high school. and rumors. and drama. and stereotypes. anddd I'm ranting.
To "everybody else": I'm seventeen - you're seventeen.. or, will be, or hell.. was (fucking middle aged women). Stop trying to live in my life.
oh, and.. P.S. Bout that ancient DT rumor.. um... It didn't actually happen. so you know what? Fuuuuck you.
I don't like boys who just want to get in my pants.. boys who try to arouse conversation with me, or.. well.. HARASS ME IN SCHOOL (f'ing N's) and ask me to hang out... I don't want to hang out with you. I'm not blind, nor blond, nor a sucker.. and you creep me out. F'off. PLUS.. I love My Boyfriend. You'll never be half as wonderful as he is.
Andrew... I love you. Thats all there is to it. You are kind and loving and supportive and make me feel beautiful. Thank you for more things than I can count.