In my school there are a little over hundred students. And then there are the teachers and staff. In my town there are not even five hundred people. That is including animals. So you would think that people would be who they really are right? Not! They don't fear that no one will like them after. I made a point last year that i don't give a ******** what people say, or if they hate me. I've been wounded many times before. I thought it time not to hide it any more. I found it helps to say your mind. I have been told i am sick, and need help. To go to a tharipist. I know why they said that. They said it becuase they are scared. They don't want to face the truth. But I have also found out that when trying so hard to be some one else, they lost themselfs, and don't know who they are anymore. And when they try to be who they are not one more time, they become some one like me. I know this, because i was like them. As I said before, My point did get though. But it wasn't to them. It was to an adalt. I got my a** kicked when i got into the locker room. Verbally. They thought what i did was pointless. Pointless is not what i would have called it. I would have called it a step in the right direction. But not my point. A girl followed my lead and became a new person in my eyes. She's some one i like to look up to. But she has friends that don't like me or the people i hag with. The people i hag with are of this point stupid asses. Gays and Lezzes. I don't mind it at all. But others do. I don't know why they don't like it. There is nothing wrong with it. They are just expressing themselfs the way they are. But whatever. I don't have the right to change how people think and i don't really care. They just make me so mad that they hide it like it is a sin. Who they are. I guess the real reason why i am saying this is because i don't understand the logic. To make some one like a fake you? I don't know. Well it really isn't there for me to understand. Just to see.
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