My quasi-friends are finally coming around. It seems the only thing binding them to me is schoolwork, and a little bit of trash-talking. The latter's just one of the many woes about being a girl, and it's sadly unchangeable that every little flaw of a person has to be broadcasted and "har-har-har'ed" at. I wonder if they're really laughing. A large part of me thinks the trash that comes out of those people's mouths are induced by peer pressure.
I think they don't have their own opinions, those people whose tongues are bound to deriding everybody else. They just have a collective one and they stick by it because they could, and because it makes them feel good about themselves. High school's the time normal people morph into social climbers and I'm not surprised most people's way of talking merge into one big crappy spiteful dialogue with underlying messages of mockery, jealousy, infatuation, and general stupidity.
One other thing I couldn't stand is how they hunt people from the other gender and expect those people to like them back, online and immediately. Is that how it works now? It's like a subliminal type of prostitution, what they do to themselves online. I'm referring to a small group of my quasi-friends. They post stuff as a way of fishing boys. They did tell me these intentions directly and I don't think they even think twice about doing what they do.
Typing this post makes me seem like the loser, eh?
I seriously don't care about their standards, at least not right now. I have my own world and I think it's sufficient. I don't want to get into what the others mindlessly get themselves into. It's best to keep me as I am, anyway. I'd like to think I'm making my deceased grandparents happy by being who I currently am, some blogger who blogs with words and does nothing but.
It's just one year before summer starts again anyway. I'll be back with the CW crowd when April sets in. I vowed not to mention them anymore but I found our pictures somewhere stashed in the Internet and I don't know how to put into words what came into my head when I found those. I feel like they're not as real as they were two months ago. They just seem like spots of detail from the past, like leftovers in a dinner plate. It sucks that whatever I remember from them would be overthrown by those of the people from school.
I don't know why I managed to make a post this long (and true) but I have to settle in for the night. The day after tomorrow would be horrid. I hope I find a reason to say I made up all my thoughts during the summer because nobody likes them and I don't want to be remembered that way. Goodnight and God bless.
I think they don't have their own opinions, those people whose tongues are bound to deriding everybody else. They just have a collective one and they stick by it because they could, and because it makes them feel good about themselves. High school's the time normal people morph into social climbers and I'm not surprised most people's way of talking merge into one big crappy spiteful dialogue with underlying messages of mockery, jealousy, infatuation, and general stupidity.
One other thing I couldn't stand is how they hunt people from the other gender and expect those people to like them back, online and immediately. Is that how it works now? It's like a subliminal type of prostitution, what they do to themselves online. I'm referring to a small group of my quasi-friends. They post stuff as a way of fishing boys. They did tell me these intentions directly and I don't think they even think twice about doing what they do.
Typing this post makes me seem like the loser, eh?
I seriously don't care about their standards, at least not right now. I have my own world and I think it's sufficient. I don't want to get into what the others mindlessly get themselves into. It's best to keep me as I am, anyway. I'd like to think I'm making my deceased grandparents happy by being who I currently am, some blogger who blogs with words and does nothing but.
It's just one year before summer starts again anyway. I'll be back with the CW crowd when April sets in. I vowed not to mention them anymore but I found our pictures somewhere stashed in the Internet and I don't know how to put into words what came into my head when I found those. I feel like they're not as real as they were two months ago. They just seem like spots of detail from the past, like leftovers in a dinner plate. It sucks that whatever I remember from them would be overthrown by those of the people from school.
I don't know why I managed to make a post this long (and true) but I have to settle in for the night. The day after tomorrow would be horrid. I hope I find a reason to say I made up all my thoughts during the summer because nobody likes them and I don't want to be remembered that way. Goodnight and God bless.
