There comes a time in everyones' life when they have to go out and find themselves. And not give a shit what people think. I think now is my time. I'm sick of people judging me. But, I now don't give a shit. Like, on one of the final days of freshman year, I come in wearing a hippie dress. I don't wear dresses. But I didn't give a shit about what people thought. And before that, I tried out for basketball cheerleading when I hate cheerleaders with a passion. Everybody changes. Some go to drugs or sex. Or whatever. I just go for something totally unpredictable out of me. Yeah, I'll probably never try out for cheerleading again, but it was actually pretty fun. I'd rather still to no school spirit & make fun of my class with friends' at the spirit week games or whatever they're called. And I don't like being used. People who use others are complete motherfuckers that need to die. But yeah, I'm changing. So my friends' better get use to it or just leave me alone. I could do without some of them. Yeah. I have a corset...I wanna wear it the first day of school. Which is coming up. Which is sweet. I miss school so much. Peace.