And I know it\\’s hard
\nAnd I know it hurts you
\nAnd I know you cry sometimes
\nAnd I know you miss her all the time<\/i><\/p>\n
Sometimes I look back at myself in high school. I wouldn\\’t want to call myself a nerd nor a geek. I was an outsider. I tried hard to fit in, but without success. And every day I would look forward to the next day, thinking I could improve myself so much better. I wanted to be somebody else. Somebody that was not me. So I would study people and try to apply the traits I admired to myself.<\/p>\n
And then zoom three years later. I have reached many goals and surpassed them. I have had a boyfriend. I have had heartbreak. I have caused heartbreak. I have attended parties. A drinking party. Where I refused to drink. I am allowed to be independent. I can drive more than an hour away without swerving. I have to drop off people. I can look \\”beautiful\\”. I feel disgust as someone says so. I have gotten a job. I have gone through interviews with success, knowing that I impressed them. I have no dependency on money.<\/p>\n
I am everybody, but I am nobody.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
And I know it\\’s hard And I know it hurts you And I know you cry sometimes And I know you miss her all the time Sometimes I look back at myself in high school. I wouldn\\’t want to call … Continue reading