I think the most interesting topic come up in my day is "why are you such a bitch" and the weird thing is I have never really thought of myself in that manner. I don't think anyone does really and that makes all the more sense if you ask me.
Now growing up I guess you could say I was kinda nice, maybe too nice. I shared my things, when people needed help I'd help them, when people needed someone too talk too I was always there. However I guess you could say that my attitude never caught up with that concept. Somewhere along the lines I accumulated what we call now a "resting bitch face". Most people knew me by my delicate smile and honest and caring ways. They also knew me as someone with a terrible attitude and a smart mouth too go with it, oh and they added a touch of sarcasm just too top things off. I conflicted with just about everyone in someway, and I had a really hard time making a stable set of friends, most of them came and went as the school year progressed and I wasn't sure if I was ready too see what was down the line.
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