---I love The Click 5---
I know it's wrong, that I'm supposed to like my unique-ness, my dark skin, my mysterious eyes, my thick, killer hair, my spicy nature, etcetc, but darn, sometimes I really do wish I were white. The skinny, pretty one with blonde hair and blue eyes, that can actually shop at Charlotte Russe and fit into the dresses (blonde hair/blue eyes optional). The girl that, in theory, should blend in, since she and all her friends look like clones, but actually shines. I know it's wrong, but sometimes I get tired of the terrorist jokes, the random kids on buses who yell towelhead out the window, the constant questions and walking on eggshells, my burnt color, the dark pits of despair tht show no character behind my lashes, the frizzy mess I have to straighten constantly just to keep it from knotting, and everyone saying I'm different, that I don't belong.
We're all so quiet, we're all so quiet. Until we can't be. I always say that I wish I could be the silent one, but I can't be. I just explode with words and thoughts. I dislike that about me.
I can barely even remember being 17.
I love going through Facebook and finding tagged pictures of yourself you never even knew existed.
IB kids are awesome. This is when my Biology class decided to arrange ourselves into a color scale last year. =D
Wacky Tacky Day. =D
The last day of classes this year. =D
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