I seem happy. I seem strong, like I have so many close friends, like I’m successful, confident, loved. I seem like I come from a privileged family with no problems. But it’s not like that on the outside. Around third grade I met my two best friends, William and Allie, they were both different and great. Allie is my other half, but she’s not afraid of who she is, I am.
William is very different from Allie but they have the same humor, he is a driven, smart, genuine person. These people have been with me half my life, but they never knew how I felt. Allie, if your out there, I love you so very much and want you to keep reading. I wanted to fit in and be excepted into my family, I was overlooked, underestimated, overshadowed, small, I felt ugly, stupid, insignificant, weird, gross. During this time I found I could draw, act, write, but no matter what I did no one could look passed my dark clothes, different music, etc…
I hated myself, and people would call me emo, goth, gross, and the boy I thought was my friend, that I had liked for years called me weird and ugly. Right before middle school I spent hours researching how to be pretty, cool, popular, and the people stopped but in changing my look I changed myself and lost my closest friends. But today I realized I don’t have to change for anyone. So I Choose Love. Love everyone for who they are, but more importantly, love who you are.