Friends

by Mallary   Aug 17, 2008


Is it bad that I am slightly fed up with my hometown friends? I am ready to move on, find new people, and create a new aura surrounding my life. It is not that I don't love them I just get very annoyed and irritable with little things. I am not trying to say I am the most mature because I am clearly far from that. I just feel out of place, not that I am above anyone but just looking in on them and just picture this. My friends are on the left and there is a line on the floor. My back is to them and my heels are on the line and my toes are peeking over the edge toward the right side. I am ready to step but afraid to upset the friends on the other side. The unknown is screaming my name but through all the drama my ear drums are blocked and all I can see are jaws extended and tongues moving. I hate showing this to people. Will they understand? Do I care? Yes. Very much so actually. I want to get a message across I suppose, I want people to think of situations or feel odd feelings and remember this memoir. I want to make weirdos like me not feel alone anymore, enter the world of the intellectual teenager who hides behind the normal exterior. Ha ha I wish I was normal. How are people possibly supposed to take this in store it in their brain and understand it when I cannot even understand this or myself or my grammar? Grammar Shammer screw it. I have emotions and emotions on paper are better than having structured sentences with appropriate punctuation and spectacular vocabulary.

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