More Than Meets The Eye

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I don’t want to be surrounded by people who constantly judge me because of the way I dress, or look, or the people I hang out with or even worse the things they hear. The last days of sophmore year were HELL to me bc there were so many rumors going around. No one knows anything but they still treat me as if they do. I can see people acting differently with me, avoiding me, giving me faces. Why would I want any of that? It would be so much easier if I switched schools, which no lie I have definitly considered. Not to start a new beginning but to just be left alone, I wont mind if I’m in a room with strangers I want to take my classes and get good grades and for once not walk around school wanting to leave or cry. I don’t want to walk around with a fake smile on my face acting like its all good. I don’t want to be strong anymore. I just want to get away from it all. The only reason I can’t is because I want to keep dancing with my team. I love these girls and they have helped me grow so much. I don’t care what people say about them outside of the danceroom but inside we’re all a family, we all push eachother to get better, we all have faith in one another and that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had. I know in their minds people might judge or in whispers but in that room for at least an hour a day I can let everything out and vent and cry and smile and laugh and actually live. As cheesy that might sound that dance room is my escape, no one can bring down my walls but outside of it, people walk all over me and don’t even realize. If I could just stay dancing in summer forever nd not have to deal with anyone else, I would.

Sadly after my ex bf and I broke up everyone has had to pick either him or me. It’s not like out there in the open but everyone knows that if they go anywhere with him I won’t be there and if I’m invited he’ll leave and take people with him. I mean I’m not mad that everyones still his friend, they have all reason to be especially when he did nothing to them. But the people that are SUPPOSEDLY closer to me, that I knew before him, that wouldn’t know him if I didn’t introduce them, that call themselves “my girls” or “my boys” and still pick him over me, rather hang out with him and leave me out then talk about it in front of me, who keep secrets from me when I know the truth bc I heard it from someone else….well those aren’t friends at all. At least not anymore.

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My turn.

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