Posted: Friday, November 16, 2012 1:32:13 AM
Sometimes, as I'm walking through the packed halls of my tiny little school, I fear the worst. Instead of wondering who might walk up and give me a compliment, I wonder who might embarrass me or tear me down. I wonder who might call me ugly. I pray that you won't make that joke again. It hurts me more than you think.
Sometimes I just want to be alone. I just want you to get out of my room, shut my door, and let me play my music up loud. I want you to go somewhere so I can do what I like without any disturbances.
Sometimes, I hate myself. I hate the way I look, the way I act, the way I talk. I annoy even myself. I'm paranoid that everyone around me hates me. I worry that my friends are playing some sick joke on me. I think that they don't really want me at the places they invite me.
But only sometimes.