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Hello. As I stand in the world, my life isn't going all that great. My real father's a pot head, my mom and stepfather have been fighting about how much he text messages his ex-wife, and people at school don't know how much they're really running me into the ground. Being told that you look like a guy unless you wear tight cloths by your friends isn't a good thought. I like baggy things, personally, and boy cloths I find very comfortable, so I wear them. And the black nail polish, well, I like black, and I don't see that a crime. On the other hand the world's thoughts of me and what I look like and what I think seem to be depressing me. I'm not sure what to do any more. I wore prepy pink and white cloths one day to school and no black, and freaked so many people out it's not even funny. Actually, I take it back, it was hilarious, and that's why I did it, to see all the terified faces. There were also people that liked it and thought I should do it more often, but I disapointed them once they found out it was a one time thing. But anyway, I either freaked the people out or made the people yell for more. There was only one person that seemed to be in the middle, and it just happened to be James Shaw, the guy I like. Well, he didn't seem freaked out, but he said himself he hated the look on me, because I wasn't being myself. That's why I like him. He's funny and is friends with people for who they are. Not sure I could say the same with his choice of girlfriends, but we wont go there. Well, my "friend" Tiffany Rowlee desides to tell me I look like a man when I wear shirts that aren't tight, and when I tell her I don't want to be her friend any more she tries to make me feel better by saying James actually noticed me with all the tight cloths on. I told her of how he said himself that he didn't like me wearing it as I thought about how he said I was a prep and told me not to do all the pink ever again all day, and it obviously made her feel bad. Not That it matters, though. I hated how everone tells me I'm pretty and how I have nice curves and yet there were guys that didn't notice how "pretty" I was or that I wasn't actually flat chested until I wore tight cloths. I was never complimented on my looks before that. I still agree with James about it not being me, though, so I've decided to mix the looks that way I don't have to be all pink and white but I can still wear it all without waisting all my mom and dad's money. I'm gonna wear the tight pants, white and pink shirt and shoes, but I'm also going to wear my black belt, wrist band that says, "I'm not mean you're just a sissy," bullet braclet, my chain necklace that James and his friend Thomas Flinn walk me with (people sware I wear it as a leash), and all my black makeup. And when I say all I mean ALL. I'm gonna show up at school with my black eyeliner, masscara, eyeshadow, and lipstick. Can't call me prepy now, can they?
 Vampiredemon666 · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 12:11am · 7 Comments |
