Why can't I be like everyone else? I'm not like the other girls. I don't wear makeup, I don't use hairspray, I can't use tampons, I can't do anything right. And unlike other girls, I don't radiate confidence. And Tyson's wrong. I'm not one of the guys. I'm just a messed up girl, who relates better to guys than with my own sex. I'm not a lesbian, I promise. I just don't fit in. At all.
My history teacher is the only teacher who likes me (and makes me feel like I'm a normal height). My other teachers hate me. It doesn't matter if I do my homework and don't talk back and never ditch class. They hate me anyways. Everyone at school does. Why can't I be accepted for just being....me?
At the homecoming dance, I was one of the few people that wasn't drunk. I admit, the party life is tempting. It looks like fun. And when people are drunk, it doesn't matter who you are or what you're doing, you fit in. Because the music is high, and everyone has lost their heads. I want to lose my head. I want to forget everything...
See, I told you I was insecure.
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