meant to be - kaitmarco

journal entry # 3

Okay, buckle up, folks, 'cause we're taking a trip down memory lane – destination: the music room of doom.

It all started last year, when I was just a clueless eighth grader navigating the treacherous waters of middle school. There I was, minding my own business, when Alex waltzed into my life like a smooth-talking charmer, all smiles and compliments.

At the time, I thought he was the bee's knees – the cool kid who took an interest in little ol' me. He'd meet me in the music room between classes, cracking jokes and making me feel like I was the center of the universe.

But now, with the benefit of hindsight (and a healthy dose of reality), I can see it for what it really was – a classic case of using someone for popularity points. I mean, seriously, did I have "naive" stamped on my forehead in neon letters?

Looking back, I can't help but cringe at how oblivious I was to his ulterior motives. I might as well have had "gullible" written in big, bold font across my forehead.

Lesson learned, folks – trust no one, especially not the ones who come bearing compliments and a hidden agenda.

But hey, at least I can laugh about it now, right? Silver linings and all that jazz.

Katie, signing off with a healthy dose of skepticism.