And as much as it
hurts I have to hold onto the thought that this is
just HIGHSCHOOL and I'm surrounded
by fakes. But in a few years I'll be free to be who I am. To
get a tattoo that means something to me, even though my family
doesnt want me too. To dye my hair blue and purple and pink. To
go to the beach everyday taking artsy photos and writing a new
book. To be reckless and fall in love with the boy of my dreams,
whether that be him or someone new. But for now I am just
stuck.
But this is just HIGHSCHOOL, this isn't
LIFE.
