What happened to me? Since when did I start caring about how people perceive me? Looking back I used to be so happy, and content with who I was. I wasn’t ashamed of any of my attractive or unattractive quirks, because they were just a part of my personality. But it seems lately that other people’s opinion has dictated the way I live my life. And I’m sick of it.
I’m done. I’m going back to the person I used to be, the person I still am underneath all of these worries. I’m going back to being the girl who LOVED books, who read anytime she could, especially during lunch. I’m going back to the girl who was addicted to Youtube, because John and Hank Green made her feel a little better inside every time she heard the word “nerd”. I’m going to reclaim my love for writing, films, even fashion. I’m going back to being the biggest Whovian there ever was, who knew ever Doctor Who episode by heart. I’m going to find my old Journal and finish the story I was writing. I’m going to start hanging out with my Drama friends more, like old times. And tomorrow, when I have school, I’m not going to forget all of this. Not this time. I’m tired of being part of a crowd, so I’m making my own.
