Forgotten Not Forgiven

Awakened

So I just threw out a lot of my stuff. Now, If you’ve read this blog at all, you know that I’m a Nerd. And Last night i got in trouble for a few things. (Not drugs, swear it.) And the Next day I went, “What the hell. This isn’t me.” And I grabed two trash bags, and threw out anything that would lead to me doing stupid things. Out went my Paint ball guns and all of the supplies, out went lighters, fire works, air soft guns, boobytraps, a knife, ect. I want to be a writer, but not in jail. I want to be a Chem Teacher. But I gotta go to college if that’s what I want.

Sure, doing that stuff was fun. But not any where near worth it. Never again. I Wanted to fit in, be noticed. But in retrospect, I don’t care about any Of that. This Is Highschool my Friend. I will see three of these people again after graduation. No more. I don’t like these people like i should. I’m not friendly. I act ditsy and like i’m slow, but thats not real. Having a front is a waste of time and effort. I’m done pretending.