Inside...

Dear.... Everybody.

I had enough of you.
I know I am different from everybody else, in style and nationality.
But why be so harsh.

My so called 'friends' even leave me out because of the bullshit being thrown at me.
You make me run off the bus and home in tears everyday.
I thought it stopped.
I thought we all decided that it is enough, when I wanted to kill myself because of everything.
Now it's worse.

Death glares, laughing, secrets, shoving.

I'm sorry I am not who you want me to be.
I am sorry I am not some fake blonde that wears a skirt so high that you can see everything.
I am sorry for not listening to the new music and instead settling with Alternative.

But deep down, you are like me.
You will turn out just like me.
You are still finding yourself.
You can't decide who you are, you never can. And you never will.

But I decided, with a bottle of red/purple dye and the night's before make-up from staying at my best and literally only friends.

I will no longer take your bullshit.
Because you're bullshit.

I will never cry anymore because of you.
Instead you will because, it is my turn.

I will no longer be sorry for being, me.
You will be sorry, for not showing who you truly are, and being stuck as a fake person. Like a fake ID.

It is my turn to make your life hell.
Just like you did with mine.

I won't get people to gang up on you.
I will do it myself.

Each and every single one off you.
Will be at home, in your beds, wishing that high school could be over.

You want hell?
I will give you hell.

And I am going to start with my old best friend.

Watch out James.
You pissed me off too much.

Love,

Roo, the person who you wish, you never pissed off.