Not many
people will read this but I have to vent. People ask me why I care
about my hair and make-up. Why I care about how I look and fitting
in. Why I need to wear these cloths to feel “pretty”. I
say I don’t but I do. When I was younger I was never good
enough. I didn’t have any friends; no one would talk to me. I
was the weird kid who would play alone at recess. So when I moved
in 4th grade it gave me a chance to be new. I tried and
tried. I always have that feeling of rejection in my mind and that
is why I care. Now I am in high school and again I am with new
people who don’t know me. I always think back to the sad
little kid by themselves on the swing when I consider the messy bun
and sweats. I wish I didn’t care but I do and the sad little
child in me is why. Kids can be mean and like a cut words can scar.
That is why I care. If you are still reading this I love you thank
you. I needed to get this off my
chest.
Not many people will read this but I have to vent. People ask
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Dec 22, 2011 3:57pm
