May 26, 2009
Tuesday
Dear Journal,
Different... It's a simple word, isn't it? To some people yeah it is but to me it's all that I am.
I'm different. An outcast if you would. I've always been different. Never really fitting in with any right group. Now, this is mostly because I didn't open up to people. And let's not forget to mention that I'm not the prettiest and I don't play sports. I'm also not a cheerleader. So it's easy to say that I'm not popular.
I've never felt like I really belonged. I've only had one good friend that has really stood by me and I've done the same for him. I don't know what I'd do if we weren't friends. Besides that, there's no one. No secret boyfriend, no 'besties for the resties', no one.
My friend always says that we're not different, everyone else is just lame. Maybe he's right, but I doubt it. Anyways, I've got to get going.
Farewell, journal.