I think upon looking at the lives of the “popular kids”, I’ve come to the decision that I’m pretty cool just listening to music and having my mom as my best friend and not fitting in anywhere. And I really think the only way to describe me is “Emily” because I’m not popular but I’m well known, I take drama and art but I also love science and English and I listen to old music and new music and indie music and screamo and I change what I want to be every 5 minutes. I don’t want everyone to like me. I don’t want to go out every night. I don’t want to fall in love or have a relationship. I love myself and I’m pretty cool with that. I don’t want to go to parties and drink and be in on all the inside jokes. I’m pretty happy just like this. Sliding by, happy as a clam 😊
I just don’t want to do this anymore. I’m alone. And I know it’s my fault. I fall too fast and I put myself out there for anyone. It’s not right. I know what the right thing to do it. Stop searching for sex and start looking for love. But I just… I don’t even know. I’m crying and alone.
My grandfather just kinda walks around carting a cross