Dear friend essay
Dear friend, I’m not the type of person to keep a diary, and I’m not the best at telling people what’s really going through my head. Because honestly no one would understand, I don’t even know what’s going on in my head half the time. I’m a person with a lot of thought though. My name is I’m 16 years old and I like to think that I’m living my life up to the fullest. But what am I living for? Am I living or just existing? More and more I’ve been realizing that being a teenager isn’t everything I hoped for it to be when I was younger. Don’t get me wrong, I am loving my teenage years but being a teenager comes with a lot of responsibilities, expectations, emotions. You need to get a job and go to school every day and work your ass off to get good grades. Not saying getting good grades is hard, but being born with a disability that effects your focus can really makes it a challenge for me. But you have to get good grades to get “accepted” into a good college so that you can get a good job, so that you have money to pretty much get through life?
You also have got the social aspect of being a teenager… Trying to be “accepted” by society. I see myself as a social butterfly definitely, but that doesn’t mean that I have a boat load of friends. In Middle school end of my 8th grade year, literally no one in my grade liked me. I sat in the choir room for lunch everyday with Mr. Erickson and helped him with the 7th grade choir, because I was scared. I wasn’t getting bullied or anything but everyone kind of wanted to attack me I felt. Like all gang up on me at a lunch table and bitch at me about stuff I had nothing to do with or shit that didn’t even matter to me or that wasn’t even true. Just rumors people have heard from others, but I was too much of a bitch to actually stick up for myself. Ever heard the quote “speak your mind even when your voice starts to shake”? Well when I first heard that quote it changed my mind a bit and I now don’t have that problem of
You also have got the social aspect of being a teenager… Trying to be “accepted” by society. I see myself as a social butterfly definitely, but that doesn’t mean that I have a boat load of friends. In Middle school end of my 8th grade year, literally no one in my grade liked me. I sat in the choir room for lunch everyday with Mr. Erickson and helped him with the 7th grade choir, because I was scared. I wasn’t getting bullied or anything but everyone kind of wanted to attack me I felt. Like all gang up on me at a lunch table and bitch at me about stuff I had nothing to do with or shit that didn’t even matter to me or that wasn’t even true. Just rumors people have heard from others, but I was too much of a bitch to actually stick up for myself. Ever heard the quote “speak your mind even when your voice starts to shake”? Well when I first heard that quote it changed my mind a bit and I now don’t have that problem of