Growing up I never really had many friends, even though I thought I was popular (yeah, let me know if you figure out how that works) and I spent a lot of time in the library, reading away the lunchtime with some Andy Griffith.
It wasn't until I was older that I realised most kids were actually, you know, outside during lunch and it was then I realised that maybe I wasn't normal...?
In grade 8, however, normality had become such a significant paramount, I decided that diversity and nonconformity were unacceptable forms of identity. Normality had become my norm.
This harrowing streak of normalness was brought to an abrupt halt in grade ten, however, once I realised everyone hated me and I hated everyone and I had morphed into one of those grunge punk kids that looks back on their grunge punk selves and cringes in regret about the horrible screamo music.
Once again I found myself in the school library, this time reading away the lunchtime with some John Green and Michael Buckley.
Now, this is when rumours started spreading.
When I broke up with my boyfriend and fell asleep for a day a rumour spread that I had runaway like an attention seeking arse wipe. When I hugged I boy I knew from forever ago I was called a slut (?) and when I stood up to the teachers in the last week of school a rumour spread that I had been expelled or suspended. The truth of the matter is none of this happened and people talk no matter what.
Growing up I still don't have many friends, but at least the ones I have now aren't backstabbing, rumour-spreading, gossiping, two-faced teenage girls.
I feel as though mean girls will always gravitate towards the anti-drama supporters, no matter how old we get, because mean girls don't mature, they just get older.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything
P.S. I am wreck.
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