K. Tomorrow will be my 10th day of high school. And it’s gone swimmingly so far. I love everything about it. But being a girl and all there are some boy troubles on the homefront. 3 boy troubles to be more specific. #1 being the trusty rusty red head that I’ve been texting since like April but we’re both too shy to actually talk in person. He’s a sophomore. #2 being a guy that I thought might actually work out, but he just transferred to the local private school. But we still talk. So who knows? :/ He’s also a sophomore. Then there’s #3, the tall and endearingly, creepy gentle giant. He comes off as this big, mean, scary guy but he has this beautiful soul. He’s really too sweet, if that’s humanly possible. But anyways. I’ll be posting again as soon as I can. I’ve been really busy(: Adios amigos.

I am a teenager. And i just don’t understand. I don’t understand why skinny is pretty, and taking drugs is cool. I don’t understand why everyone is so fake. Everyone. No one I know is completely real. I’m not even completely real. But I want to be. I’m starting high school in a few days and I want to be myself. I want to be who I am. I don’t want to be the quiet girl I’ve always been that just silently walks from class to class. If you asked any given one of my classmates today to say the first word they think of when they think of me, I gaurantee they would either say: ‘quiet’, ‘shy’, or ‘smart.’ I want to be smart. I want to do well in school. But I don’t want to be remembered as the shy smart girl who wore boot cut jeans and tshirts to school everyday. I don’t want to straighten my hair and wear just enough make up to make me look polished. I want to stand out. I want to be a star. I can’t deny it anymore. I have to find my talent. I can’t stay trapped in this minuscule dot on the map anymore. I’ve got to break free, as soon as I possibly can. But I’ve got four years of high school to finish before I can do any bustin’ loose. So I might as well make the most of it. I’m creating this blog to chronicle my journey of the wallflower, that is known as me, finally blooming. I want to be explosive.