Look- I know you, whoever you may be, are probably not interested about what I am about to say, but hey- this is important!
So here is the thing- I just realized I am so weak.
Not in the physical sense- that's obvious.
But in the emotional sence- I can be SO easily swayed- it's unbelievable! I mean c'mon like look today I came into class with my mind set on NOT going to an event. THE MINUTE my friend said I should go - I changed my mind. On top of that, yesterday- I was stating my opinion to a friend and I said " You'd look better with this haircut." and then my other friend said "No-Val! You are WAY wrong." and said "OK!"
OK?
OK?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I hate this - I bet if like a murder came up to me and offered candy- I would agree! That is how vulnerable I seem to be!
How PATHETIC!!!!!!!!
Grrrrr.
I hate that about myself - but I just cannot change it! It is killing me- devouring me slowly.
Grrrrr.
Fwends.
Sometimes a companion is all you really need.
Val.Me.Val.
- Val.
- Loserville, Dork County
- Val is the name of that girl who once lived on your block, that you thought you knew- but really didn't. She was that girl who would always be reading [no, more of DEVOURING] a book. The one kid you knew who would actually stumble on her own two feet. She was that girl with the really funky converses and strange outfits. The one with the really curly hair, that made her look as if she was JUST electrocuted. That girl who had NO style, or just changed it too often to have one. The one kid that would say "HI!" to perfect strangers, or start laughing in dead silence. You know, the girl who had "sub-personalities"- and would change every other time you met her. The girl where family and friends were more important to her than anything. The sad thing is: that girl was me.
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