Who I Am
I am me. And to people who tell me otherwise, well, screw them. It just seems that you do one thing and everyone decides to judge you or change you or single you out. Why is life so complicated? Anyway, it seems like I have no real friends, just some guys I say Hi to once in a while i nthe hallways of school. Maybe I have 3 real friends. At school things aren't great. I sit in the back of the lunch room and look at the peopel around me, thinking How come there life is so great?
The jocks yell at you if you drop a football once in a while. The cool kids call you a nerd if you get straight A's. I wear black once in a while, I'm suddenly goth. What I'm saying is, what's the point of freedom if everyone around you judges you for being you? I am me, and there's no one else I'd rather be then me.
So yeah. Things are bad all around. Some people act like my friend just to copy off my work at school. Why can't my life be as east as the popular kids? And man, I hate popular kids. There's so special because they can play sports and afford expensive things and blah blah blah. I feel constant pressure to do good at everything because after my brother died, I'm all my parents have. I HAVE to get good grades. I HAVE to be good at playing drums. I HAVE TO DO GOOD AT EVERYTHING.
Yeah. That's my life in a simple nutshell. There's a lot more, but I'd prefer to keep if private.
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