So in the spirit of summer (since ive got the equivalent of three weeks holiday) I decided to write a post solely dedicated to summer and the drama of it all.
I know for most of you guys, summer's ending and everybody's headed off to college and i'm still stuck here, in this boring old city. Which, mind you, is small enough for everybody to know everybody, figuratively speaking. Meaning, the smallest thing you do spreads like wildfire.
I'm not exactly one of the most.. "popular" girls. I'm actually pretty dorky. So no, I dont look like the chick in the photo up there ^. But still, in this incredulously backward city, people seem to really enjoy spreading rumours. Its sickening.
I enjoy having fun, with my friends. I mean, can you think of anything else you'd be having with your friends? (Rhetorical question, no answers needed, please and thank you) So here I am, clubbing with my close friends, then BAM! the following week when I go to school all sorts of things are flying around the cafeteria, "omg, you know that girl in a level science, the short one with the short hair? yeah, omg i heard she got so drunk last weekend and ended up sleeping with some random guy."
... SERIOUSLY? Get a life people. One, I drive myself to the given destination, I know i'm not exactly the perfect role-model, but i'm not stupid, or daft. How the fuck am I supposed to get home if I'm completely wasted!?
Yes, my parents are lenient and they let me go out partying, but I still have a curfew, most of the time I have to be back by 2:30am - 3:00am, MAX. And I'm not idiotic enough to get so drunk outta my mind when I know for a fact I have to drive myself back home.
On that topic.
I HATE LABELS.
Lets run through a small list of the names i've been called, for the given reasons:
- bitch. (i state my personal opinions)
- slut. (i've had a total of four boyfriends)
- badass. (I have nine piercings)
- fat (I'm not the size of a toothpick)
- ugly (well, okay.. I never said I was breathtakingly beautiful to start with; so I really dont know what the fuck thats about)
- stupid (i'm not your typical A* asian student)
*breathe.
Firstly, where do you guys come up with all this? I mean, do you do some magician shit and pull it out of a hat? Or do you pull it out of your ass? (I'd settle with the latter if I were you) And secondly, dont you have anything else to talk about? Like how many kg's you've put on, or the latest video games, OR MAYBE EVEN, read a book on "The Different Ways Francine would like to Rearrange your Face".
It's pathetic, most people say, I'm fake, drama-filled and attention seeking. Okay, now stop. Who's the one spreading things about others just to get people to listen to the shit that comes out of your mouth? Yeah. Not me.
Personally, I never asked for your opinion. I never asked for you to like me. If I dont talk to you, I do not know how you could ever have anything to say about me. Jeez, people, get a frickin' life.
Thanks for making me the center of your universe though. :) I know it's hard not to talk about me, so go ahead.
But do take note: You can never bring me down. Ever. So keep trying.
Love,
F
PS: I'm sorry if this post offends anybody, I'm just venting my anger.
