I’ve been thinking…

If you hate listening to rants…do not read.
If you like reading my ravings…go on.

I know… you’ll say “Oh good, you’re doing it again.”

Well, love me or hate me there is one thing that has been bothering me.

No, it is not the itch from my chicken pox blisters nor is it from the scars (though they do look hideous). It’s one thing about my friends in KMS. I am a friend for them but I don’t really think they are my friends. You don’t get it do you?

All right. Ever wondered why at the last day of college I wanted to get lost as fast as I can? Let’s see…

Well, no 1. My dad can’t drive at night so I had to get moving before 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

Next, and the biggest part of it. I don’t like crying. Time and time again I’ve said it. It’s a waste and I’d much rather have final memories of you guys waving happily goodbye to me than with tears running down your faces. It’s ugly and it’s depressing.

Finally, I don’t have anyone to bother with anyway. I’m not the Gang of 5, or the Eastern gals. I’m just a little oddball who goes along well with oddballs. In short, if this is highschool, I’m a freak not the popular kid. I’m popular because I’m a freak but no one wants to do anything with me. Is that not right guys?

I’m weird. End of story. And I don’t rub along well with others. Some of them I do not get along at all. Either it’s because they’re annoying to me (and I love to annoy them back) or just plain catty (which I just avoid as much as I can).

All in all. It’s great to get it off my chest. and know what? As close as you guys felt for each other, I’m looking forward to make and have new friends in the future.

Fin.

~ by jessezrin on July 6, 2009.