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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Welcome to: The Worst Time of Your Life

     Walking by yourself to every class, sitting next to an emo/lesbian and stuck up cheerleader in art, running/sitting by yourself in p.e/health, sitting with stuck up, preppy cheerleaders at lunch, dreading school every day, walking the halls and not recognizing anyone, being left out of groups cause everyone already has their cliques, feeling like a loner all day, hanging out by yourself or with your family on weekends, spending Friday nights with your grandma, wishing to be back at your old home, wishing to be at your old school, missing all your real friends, missing your old church and all your friends there, missing Wednesday night church, missing Sunday night church, missing late Friday nights with your friends back home, missing calling dibs on every remotely cute guy you see with your friends, missing acting like a weirdo and no one caring cause you're with your friends, missing telling your best friend all your secrets, missing doing dumb dares with your best friend like squirting lemon juice in your eyes...sounds awesome right? Didn't think so.
     Don't move when you're in highschool. It sucks. Don't move when you've grown up with your best friends and you have to move a whole state away. You're left having to make everyone think that the move was okay and that you're fitting in. Oh yeah, the first month was rough but after three months it's okay. NOT. Still sucks just as much. The one good thing about moving is being close to the beach. But then again, you're only with your family cause you don't have any of your friends to go with you. For those of you who have moved and think, "It's not as bad as she's making it out to be", you didn't move to little nowhere (insert town name here) Florida, where everyone is the EXACT SAME. No one is different. They all try to be exactly like each other so they can fit in.
     This all probably sounds really dramatic, but that's how I see it. It's not so bad since I go back home once a month, but I'd give anything to back there. But I'm stuck here, where I'm slowly dying. Okay, so I'm not dying. But seriously. Someone get me outta here.

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