Understanding

How does it feel to be judged? It feels awful, and I can never understand why people label each other. Apparently, I am a clone, because I dress like everyone else. How am I supposed to dress? Like an outcast, emo, goth, gangly, preppy, skimpy skirts? I know that I sometimes look like other people from the back, but that doesn't mean I'm not original. I think it's the personality that counts, I may dress like everyone else but I am different in the inside. Isn't everyone?


"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody."

It means that because everyone never shows a side of themselves, the outside of them, it might just be like a shell. You can never know what's in the inside. And, that's the thing in everyone that actually counts. It's not what I wear, it's me. And besides I like the way I dress, it's not particularly what everyone else it wearing. I can twist my outfit into something a little more original. I don't need to care what others think about my clothes anymore. I just need to keep my head straight, chin up, and walk like I don't care.

*Today was disastrous, class was all good, but it was after school.
I wait with my friends for my ride, and I see the car coming. I start walking towards the car, and then I see Dina, my neighbor, who's dad or brother drives me home. I am about 30 feet away from the car, and she gets into the car. I see her looking at me, and talks to her brother or dad and the cars turns and exits the parking lot. Leaving a confused Sarah behind. At first I thought it was a late April Fools joke on me, but it wasn't. Confusion turned into frustration, embarrassment, shock, and anger. I was frustrated because I didn't have a ride home, and if I called my mom, it would take 15-20 minutes. I felt embarrassment because when the car left, I realized people were around me, and watched my ride ditch me, and leaving me walking to the middle of the parking lot to nowhere. I was shocked because this had never happened in my life before. I was angry because they didn't even bother to call me and say that I had to get my own ride. Unbelievably pissed, I waited 15 minutes for my mom to pick me up. That was the highlight of my day. NOT!

I just really wanted to let you readers and Blogspot know about today, and my concealed feelings/worries. I'll write more soon, Blogspot.