I live in a generation where we have to create blogs with fake names so that we can hide our true identity because our peers are too judgmental of our actual selves and society has crushed our confidence to the extent where this is the only place where we feel comfortable in expressing ourselves; in secret.
So in reality, what should I write about? Should I write what I think you want to hear or should I write about how I actually feel? Because at this point I'm not sure if what I have to say is important enough for someone like you to read.
...but then again.
I don't care.
I don't care what you think because you don't know who I am and I cannot be judged for something that is apart of the unknown.
So here I go. If you must know, I'm a girl.
I'm a girl who feels fairly confident in myself, yet has many insecurities that have come with time.
I hate sea food, for obvious reasons of course. Sea food is gross.
I think that love is beautiful and personally believe that there is someone for everyone. (A hopeless romantic, I know. Typical girl.)
I hate people who are mean to their parents and I don't understand why people move out early.
I have many fears in life, but a main fear for me is growing up.
Unlike most teenagers I actually enjoy my life and I enjoy high school. (Weird, I know.)
Well there you have it, that's me. I'm sorry if this blog wasn't all you hoped for, but in reality, I didn't write this blog for you. I wrote it for me.
Don't like that idea? Please, judge me.
