I'm not who I thought I would be, even at the beginning of this year. I remember looking at myself in the mirror in third grade, and realizing: I am not the pretty popular girl I always wanted to be. It's still that way today.
This is my life in a nutshell. I hate it when I say my thoughts and someone tells me that what I said is "mean". Its like don't judge me for my opinions. My opinions are mine to say, and if you try and stop me from saying them, ha, have fun. Ugh.