My Evolution

I remembered what I was gonna originally blog about 2 days ago.

I hate being stereotyped. Well, I guess the stereotyping isn't so bad, but I hate what people say about me as a result. I know I shouldn't care, but I can't help it. Sue me.

Originally (and I'm talking at the very beginning, like, first grade through 4th) I was that crybaby kid that everyone wanted to see crash and burn.

Then in 5th grade I stopped taking everyone's crap and I became that random kid who isn't letting you mess with her as much.

6th grade I was that scary random kid that punched the most popular kid in school. He laughed at me, and after 7 years of that crap I just couldn't take it. But I still cried a lot and I was still emotional. And everyone still hated me and wanted to see me crash and burn, even my english teacher.

7th grade I was that scary punk-ish kid. "Stay away from Skylar." Then I got more of that "Scary punk" label as the year progressed, and by the end of the year I had a stereotype... no, reputation, that I could deal with.

It lasted through the beginning of 8th grade, like the first few weeks. Then the stereotypes started to flicker. First I was that crazy punk, then that scary goth, on and off. Someone even asked me, "hey, Skylar, are you bi? Cuz I heard that most goth girls are bi." I told her that I'm not goth, and she asked what I am, and my response was "Me."

Then as the year went on the stereotypes started to lean more towards "emo-kid."
Here's a lot of what I've been getting, because it apparently stuck:
"Go cry, emo-kid!"
"What's with all the emos?"
"Why don't you just go cut yourself?"
"Take off the glove, lemme see your wrists."
"Why don't you just kill yourself and do us all a favor?"
"Nobody likes you, go cry to your Chemical Romance."

This one girl made an email and sent it around the district, the "Are you emo quiz."
Here were some of the questions:
"Do you like Green Day?"
"Do you wear black?"
"Is Skylar [my last name] your best friend?"

You know what? it's not gonna stop, and at this point I just don't care. They can call me what they will, tell me what they will, threaten me as much as they want, but that won't stop me from being me. That won't stop me from walking down the halls singing whatever MCR song's stuck in my head at the top of my voice with my head held high. I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say will stop me going home.

Thanks for reading.