I've been there for them all the time, but hey, it's fine to make fun of me, just as long as they say the words, "no offense" after it all. So then, if I get mad about it, everybody looks at me strangely, like the words no offense make it just fine to insult someone. Sure great, so I stop getting mad, instead I just shut myself down. Like I really don't care whether or not they've insulted me. Yet for some reason that doesn't work either, like under reacting is also as bad as over reacting. Like everyone expects me to go nuts after one comment, or seven or a million. On top of it all, half the comments are right, I am sloppy, messy, uncoordinated, I probably do run like a wounded dog, I talk too much, too loudly, I'm out of place all the time.
Will I ever fit in? Probably not, most of the time I feel one step away from being the next Kara Ager, (actually that's not nice, I'm sure Kara is a great person) a basic social outcast. The only reason anyone puts up with me is because I'm friends with Britney. God, highschool is stupid. Just get me out of here.






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