I need to get something off my chest and I figured why not broadcast it through a simple blog. I’m still reeling from what happened with my friend, if I can still call her that. I’m royally pissed off, but at the same time I’m not broken up about it. If our friendship is over, so be it. I’m just so angry at her and she’s so clueless of my feelings and I’m angry at myself for how I...

What does she have that I don’t? It is because I have something that defines me as imperfect? I don’t believe in perfection, but is it because she’s prettier than me? Is skinner than me? Is smarter than me? What do they have that I don’t? I don’t understand what is so wrong here? Is there something wrong with me? Am I missing something here? It is too much to ask for a straight answer...

A school I will never call home despite the numerous times I go back. Every time I enter that place, my high school of five years not in particular order, hatred fills me, but I have learned to control it for I have yet to let it go. Every time I leave that place, and will visit my friends again, I am reminded of the freedom I now have that I had to wait impatiently while I was a student at that...