It’s funny how it’s my “friends” who are the ones that make me cut
I don’t even know, I used to be so happy about my grades and stuff. But then seeing all of the awards I thought I would get go to someone else really killed me. I got 2 awards which is good; A & B honor roll and “Academic Achievement” in Drama. I’m happy with my stuff, but it’s like now I doubt what my teachers think of me. The teachers were the ones who nominated us for stuff so, it hurts. In math, this girl in my class that talks a lot got the award for “hard work” when I work way harder and am actually quiet. My math class is full of annoying immature kids, that’s why I don’t talk. The only time I talk is when I’m making fun of them. I’m sort of a bitch.
From having self confidence to this. From an award ceremony? Like I said before, I’m to fragile, I need to learn how to be mentally stronger. If friday I don’t make the cheer squad(which based on how the dance is, I probably won’t) I’ll just fall even further. Then that will screw up my audition Saturday, then I won’t get a good part. And I’ll end up where I was at the beginning of the year. And also, I’m starting to have second thoughts on how I look, because my friends told me I should start wearing make-up because I look better with it on. I’m ending my school year exactly has I started it.
Just happy. With my life, what I look like, how I act, my grades. It took me a long time, but it’s worth it. Sometimes I have thoughts, but that is expected occasionally. I never thought I would be able to get so far while keeping to myself, but then again, it’s not like anyone is willing to help & not judge. But I’m finally happy.
I’m so scared something is going to happen. Someone is going to leave me. I’ll just break. All my handwork gone. I wish I had gotten stronger. I guess that’s what I have to work on next. Realizing that I’m good enough no matter what. I’m too breakable. I don’t want to go back to what I was. I want to stay confident. I don’t want to go back to looking in the mirror hating my reflection. I’m so much happier loving what I look like. Does that make me conceded? Well if it does, I don’t care. I’d rather be conceded then go through my whole life hating my reflection.