Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

Ba-thump, my heart went. Have you ever felt lips attached to you? Probably not, but here is my journal about my stupid failures in life. Have you ever been confessed too? Yes, if you are beautiful, but if your average like me probably not. I'm just another ordinary, well some people say I'm pretty like mom, but seriously, I don't believe it. Especially not when your whole life has been filled with comparison. Those blue eyes of yours, might not even be special. Those blondes, I'm pretty sure that you had been noticed. Especially if your popular, you flaunt, but if your not your consider average. I'm just another teen, my name is nothing special.

I know that look when everybody stares at you, when you seem to make fool out of yourself. I know your friends probably laugh you for just being you, sometimes. I don't get it, society today. Especially with all those movies, we are being categorized in every way. Either being called Hippys, Stuck Up, Popular, Unpopular, but most of all beautiful. Be-thump, your heart races when you know that your probably going to make fool out of yourself. We are technically all the same, but in different ways. Remember the last conversation you had, you were communicating. Even to your mother or father, who supposedly loves you, but are you sure you are getting that respect in school?

I'm not bullied, I'm average. Those text messages you send, do you really feel anything? Being a teen, we are all being categorized. Even by teacher, that's the shy one, that's talkative one, that b***h, I know we are all being dehumanized. Category? Who do you really think I am? I know there is at least one friend you have lost, for what causes? These acquaintances of your, do you really give a damn? Ba-thump, all these relationships you had, do they worth your time? Okay, getting a boyfriend might change your status, but your still boring. No one really treats you special, not in society, because we are all greedy b******s.  Here is My Story.

These beautiful people always walk down the hall, looking at myself not so much, I mean seriously I don't really give a damn. My so calls friends, coming rushing towards me, I can say all I want, but even that cute guy in the halls way probably won't notice me. Text messages rush in my phone like in mere seconds, but I can hear all those gibberish coming from my friend's mouths. Punching in those little keys, I don't even bother to care what you say, I know half of you at least call me names. I consider myself average, I don't care about prom, I don't care about dates, all I know is I don't care about you. Probably there one or two of you, I will actually consider a best friend, but do you really consider me a best friend? Just nodding my head, listening to all your rants. Heading to class, flips the books, get called on or possible chance out of you and thirty other are at least 50%, they love to choose the silent ones. Most of the time, you will find a guy that is pretty attractive in your class. I'm not the type to suddenly go up in front of guy and be all over him. The most common guys, your probably wouldn't even take a look at. Just like me or you, we don't find them attractive. It is true, though.

You probably are eager for the day to end soon, I know I would always be prepared. My homework, I wouldn't really wish to do them, but it is not a matter of choice. Rather then that, I don't think most of the teacher grade things fairly. Sitting at lunch with probably disgusting food, I am most likely to eat anyways or either hang out with a friend/acquaintances. This is probably the story about everyone. 

Author's Note

Don't think this is me.