"Misfit"

---I love Lesley Roy---

Best friends one minute, acquaintances the next. Who am I to you?

"Maybe it's a good thing that you have no connections with any of them, it'll make the transition easier." I don't want my mom to think I have no friends, just another socially retarded freak. I hate never being able to "fit in". Forget being unique, forget having more substance, forget being real, they have so much I don't. "But.... but... so may people signed your yearbook, that's not the mark of a girl with no friends." I finally understand why they say 'ignorance is bliss', I wish I could be blind.

At least I have her sometimes. Sometimes. But all that they say, the constant fly in my ear, all that I can see around me, it makes me paranoid, untrusting. What are your motives? What do you want from me? They all have their ideas.

Unwanted, unloveable, unbeautiful, that's all they say to me.

But alas, this is the curse of the outsider, the black sheep, the misunderstood. Hahaha, only Carrie understands me. But I'm not one to spill blood... well, not anyone else's anyway.

I look in the mirror and I want to destroy the misfit looking back at me; it's not her fault, she can't help it.