Love and Hate are a constant battle

Have you ever been made fun of? I have. Some ways jokingly, but some ways meant to hurt. I've always been...different. I dye my hair, love Green Day and Lady Gaga to death, wear neon colors, love to write poems, wear a bunch of wristbands, and I sing and play guitar. Trust me, I stand out. Usually, I love it. I like to be noticed as a creative and independent individual. I'm the one that my friends look to when they have troubles. My friends are usually older than me, at different schools, or are outcasts. Perfect, I know. Sometimes, I feel like my heart can burst with emotions, and no one understands it. I'm young, but I've been through a lot, and I don't go down without a fight.
The girls at my school are the worst. Drama, Jealousy, Anger, and above all GOSSIP. I'm dating a great guy, and for that I'm thankful for; one girl wants him back. Fortunately, my boyfriend hates his ex, but she and her friends try to stomp on me. I won't take their crap, but I won't start any either. And so, I wait for the day, I end up in the principal's office...for knocking one of them out. Then there are some of the boys.
I love my wristbands, each and every one of them. My Lady Gaga and Green Day ones, my drug free one, my Leah Le Grace ones, and my breast cancer ones. I have a lot of self-confidence, and I don't need attention. I would never hurt myself, I'm even committed to a life of purity. Some guys think it's funny to make fun of me, saying I cut my wrists. I tell them off, but it doesn't work. My LA teacher yelled at them one day, and I was SO grateful.
I guess you can say...I'm that girl. Unique and Bitchy, yet caring and passionate. I love my friends, and the ones closest to me, I'd do anything for. I'm a leader, and will never be a follower. Sometimes, they get me down, but I know I'm a stronger person, and mostly older as well. When they try to knock me down, I punch them in the face. When I really hurt, I know there will be someone to catch me. Don't bully because it hurts as much as I can deny it. There is still pain. Ah here I go...High School.
Posted on November 25th, 2010 at 09:15pm


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