For once I feel like I belong. Here. Not on some strange other-worldly planet no-one has heard of yet.
Now this may be hard for some of you to believe, but I am an outcast. I don't know, some people think I'm a little "annoying" or "weird" and even a little "emo" (BTW: I am N-O-T emo, well sorta, because emo means EMOTIONAL, not "you're emo if you cut yourself")
I don't even know WHY some people think I am emo, but back to my story.
I only have 2 really good friends, Calli and Sonja, and we call ourselves "The Outcasts" because Calli is the emo one, Sonja is the goth one, and I am the punk one. They used to be the only people who could make me happy when I was sad but now I have someone new, a boyfriend, and I know we will most likely not end up together in 10 or 20 years from now, but hey, it's nice to pretend. But anyway, he helps me when I feel down. And last night I was feeling pretty down. One of my best friends and I got into a fight, and I told him I hated him, which isn't true, he has been my friend for 2 years, but it seems like forever. He just doesn't know what to say sometimes.
He can be an a-s-s sometimes.
But last night Zach told me that Tyler would forgive me, hopefully. OK he didn't say that but that's what I heard... Sometimes I can be an a-s-s too.
Have you ever wondered why some people don't care about the emos punks and goths? Well it's because we apparently don't matter. The fact that we exist defies the laws of earth.
People. Hate. Me.
Do you enjoy living a life that's so hateful- "F*** You" Lilly Allen
No, I don't think I do.