...I hate being different.
I hate being the antisocial person I am.
I hate being labeled nerd or whatever the hell they call me at that place they call...school. More like a prison if you ask me.
I hate the fact that I have lame clothes and interests and hobbies, and because of them am I judged by them instantly and people never really get to know me.
I hate the fact that I am quiet in class, always tired too so I don't look like the kind of person you want to talk to, but when I am myself I don't impress anybody. I don't even know HOW I got friends.
According to my friends, I have a bad personality. And I'm just not...fun. I guess.
And everytime I look at myself in the mirror I want to smash it, I don't care if my hand bleeds or if I break it. (Ew, that sounded too emo for me.) I wonder how I got the bad genes and then some from my mother and father. I wonder how I got to be this way.
This ugly...thing you call Jen.
I try my best, I really do, and I match my clothes, I try to smile every once in a while, although it's really hard to think positive when you're me, but I haven't reached their standards. What they think a cool, or even, what a person is. I am the outcast, just like most of my friends.
(No offense! I still love you guys.)
I wish that school went faster and I could just get myself out of here and move to England already (personal dream here, sorry) or that I could be smart enough to graduate early. Like, a super genius. I would love that...I think
But I'm not...never will be smart either!
So until then I have to try to live a normal life, keep a normal profile at school. But.
Even when I buy a single Aeropostale jacket and shirt, I am still laughed at. Pointed at. Spit upon. (metaphorically, of course)
I am still the ideal of some rumors that float around.
Like I'm lesbian.
Or something like that. I know that's a rumor because I notice how some people act towards me.
I am still the laughing stock to girls with boys at their heels and gobs of makeup on their face.
Some bitches tried to trip me in the hall today and I was this close to just punching them in the face, but instead I only muttered some swear words and moved on.
And I'm stupid. I am the can't do person. I don't see why I am getting C's and B's (hey, I do get A's though...which is a miracle) and struggling and for some people school just comes naturally and people are straight A students, teachers pets, and honor students. Sometimes I feel like I am autistic, not right in the brain. I sometimes have trouble concentrating sometimes, especially in Math. I feel stupid, unable to learn like those other kids who are praised for their high scores and all that shit. I feel most of the time I can't do anything, except write and draw...that's about it for me when other people have talents gushing out of their ears, know what I mean?
Well, before I get all emo and hated by everyone, I'm gonna stop. I hope.
That's just a summary of what I'm feeling right now because I feel like crap.
This week has been tiring. Actually, quite literally because I haven't got too much sleep these past days either, and all my friends have had problems going on, and now I caught the negative bug (worst figure of speech ever) and now I'm just depressed and stressed out. I'm sick of it. I'm just so freakin' sick of the drama! In fact, I'm just sick of this week!
Then again I'm a hypocrite. Because I'm making drama. Bawww. ;_;
But that's what school is all about when you're not trying to learn.
Sometimes it's just meant to be this way with a person like me, the square peg, they say. Sometimes there's gotta be one that only sees the glass half empty most of the time, but on those special moments when that someone feels cool and maybe even well...apart of this world and not too alone, that someone sees the glass half full, just for a while.
I guess that's all for now.
-Jen