Today....I feel like the girl I was two years ago.
The summer before 7th grade.
I'm not wearing any makeup, I didn't feel the need to impress people.
I'm eating junk food, I didn't care about my appearance back then.
I'm dressed like a little punk, and my hair looks like crap , back then, I didn't care abou fashion, and I considered "girly" and insult.
I'm listening to music by people I doubt any of my friends have even heard of, let alone appreciate the msuical talents of said artists.
My fingernails are short and badly painted black.
In the seventh grade, I wore a black hat, ynow the ones wide the wide brims, it had skulls on the front, and a chain on it. Then the chain broke and I stopped wearing it. When I first wore it to school, I had my hood up, no reason, I just did. My friend came over, leaned up against the locker beside mine, and said "So what's with the skater chick look?" I smiled and told him it was "my style."
Back then, I didnt give a care about looking pretty, fashion, or impressing people.
My style's changed since then. That friend that leaned again st the locker, and his brother were some suprised when they saw me this summer, cause they havent really seen me since the edn of ....'08 it would've been. I hung out with them alot. Liked my punky, tomboy style. Was scared to tell them I taught Ballet. It was considered too girly, that very few friends knew.
It's nice to have one day, where I feel at peace, didn't care about that such unimprtant stuff, where I can ust be at peace.
Tomorow, I'll get up, and I'll dress in bright colours, worry about how I look, put makeup on, and go into a world like me, looks pretty on the outside, trying to please everyone, and on the inside, trying not to fall apart.
The summer before 7th grade.
I'm not wearing any makeup, I didn't feel the need to impress people.
I'm eating junk food, I didn't care about my appearance back then.
I'm dressed like a little punk, and my hair looks like crap , back then, I didn't care abou fashion, and I considered "girly" and insult.
I'm listening to music by people I doubt any of my friends have even heard of, let alone appreciate the msuical talents of said artists.
My fingernails are short and badly painted black.
In the seventh grade, I wore a black hat, ynow the ones wide the wide brims, it had skulls on the front, and a chain on it. Then the chain broke and I stopped wearing it. When I first wore it to school, I had my hood up, no reason, I just did. My friend came over, leaned up against the locker beside mine, and said "So what's with the skater chick look?" I smiled and told him it was "my style."
Back then, I didnt give a care about looking pretty, fashion, or impressing people.
My style's changed since then. That friend that leaned again st the locker, and his brother were some suprised when they saw me this summer, cause they havent really seen me since the edn of ....'08 it would've been. I hung out with them alot. Liked my punky, tomboy style. Was scared to tell them I taught Ballet. It was considered too girly, that very few friends knew.
It's nice to have one day, where I feel at peace, didn't care about that such unimprtant stuff, where I can ust be at peace.
Tomorow, I'll get up, and I'll dress in bright colours, worry about how I look, put makeup on, and go into a world like me, looks pretty on the outside, trying to please everyone, and on the inside, trying not to fall apart.
lol, naw, jsut jokes, two of my teachers are just so compy around us, they joke all the time, Ms. B threatens us with her shoe-kind of an insider- and Mr. P has more than once opened the door and quickly turned into a insane form of karate kick toward unsuspecting students. ^^ I love them dearly tho 
