Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Writing, real writing, should leave a small sweet bruise somewhere on the writer ... and on the reader.
How I was then to how I am now is an almost impossible transformation.
But obviously some days are better than others and lately my confidence has taken yet another beating.
I always see all these awesome photographs and albums all over Facebook of fun days out with all of my boyfriend’s friends, but we were left in the darkness.
I have reached the breaking point.
I am so insulted now and am honestly done trying.
Screw acceptance and screw the people that don’t like me.
This is me, like it or lump it.
So this is the truth; this is what I have been holding in for so long. Laugh at this if you want to, but just know that for the first time I am no longer ashamed of being the girl that no one seems to like. I am no longer afraid to show that yes, apparently no one likes and isn’t ‘popular.’ I no longer care.
I always wanted people to think that I was part of the ‘cool’ crowd, but honestly, I never was. I probably never will be.
This is me.
The friends I have that have accepted me and love me are the friends I need and want in my life. I love each and every one of them so dearly and truly appreciate them.
As for the rest of them, I’m done trying to kiss your asses.