|Name||quincy b. evergreen|
|Member Since||Jun 29, 2012|
I am not like most. My face is ugly and covered in zits. My body is fat, or at least I feel it is. I don't shave every night and my hair is 23 inches and riddled with split ends. But none of these seemingly "malfunctions" even compare to the worst crime of all: I just don't fit in. Plenty of people with the same problems I've mentioned above fit in just fine. They just wear make up and work out and get trims on their hair and find a popular boyfriend to move up on the social ladder. Not I. I am not like those people. I have never straightened my hair. I do not wear make up, except the crazy shades of lip stick everyone laughs at. I haven't kissed a boy or even had a boyfriend. And I most certainly do not care one NIT about the social ladder. I would much rather stick my nose in a book. And that, my dear reader, is why I do not fit in. I have friends, of course. Crazy, weird friends, a whole group of them formed simply from the fact that no one else will hang out with us. But I will never be popular. I will never be perfect. I will never truly fit in with anyone, even my misfit group of friends. But maybe that's okay. P.S. I love critiquing stories almost as much as I like writing them. If you have a story that you want an honest (like brutally honest) critique on, message me or post on my wall the link and I will make every attempt to read through a chapter or two. I can't guarantee I will get to you, but I will try.