I am different.
I am weird.
I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…
I’m the only blonde person in our class.
I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.
And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different. They don’t know where to place me when they call me something stupid like “Coraan” and I just don’t react. Not like the other people in my class who either laugh awkwardly, or get irritated or blush. My face stays as blank as a piece of paper (a feat I have practiced for a long time and am now very proud of 🙂 )
Honestly though…. I don’t care.
I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys this, but I feel like… I don’t know…. I just want to, I guess….
I don’t have a dramatic background or some horrible story. I am a normal girl with a normal family going to a normal school which happens to be stuffed to the brim with pretentious snobs. These snob think that everybody wants to be like them and they shun everyone who isn’t. If I had a penny for every time somebody called me stupid or laughed behind my back… (yadiya we all know how the saying goes 😉 )
And I don’t care.
You know I think I know why I am so persistent about blogging about this matter…. It’s because I DO NOT CARE!!! The thing that just hit me is, I used to always care. My life was built on what other people thought of me. I had to change school twice because the opinion other students had about me, screwed me up too much….
Nothing has changed. Except every thing has changed. People laugh behind my back. I don’t care. I have friends I trust. I have hair I like. I have a blog that one day shall be famous.
And I’m okay.
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I’m not sure if it’s suitable for this post, but I love this so much: