You know what, okay. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for waking up late some mornings, and for not raising my hand every single time at class, even if I know the answer. I’m sorry for not talking at home and, when I do, for being ‘too loud’, I’m sorry I don’t like going to clubs every weekend and arriving gome drunk. I’m sorry for not smoking, not using drugs, no drinking alcohol.
I’m sorry I am “boring” for staying home and reading books instead.
I am so sorry for watch only two tv shows, for having a chocolate now and then, I am sorry I don’t have friends. I’m sorry you don’t like the friends I have. I’m sorry for rather talk to people on my computer than the ones who bully me at school every day. I am so, so sorry for never brining my problems up because I don’t want to be a bother.
I am sorry I am an honor Student and a ‘teachers pet’, I am sorry I don’t wear make up and listen to music loud. I am sorry for being weak and cry all the time.
I am sorry I am not the kind pf dauther You wanted, mom.
But I can’t help it. I am just me.
Am I the only one who starts swearing while reading Fanfiction of Blaine saying a punch line and Kurt enjoying it and smiling or while they’re on bed the morning after sex and either of them remembers how mind blowing it was?
Dude, I’m fist pumping in the air every ten seconds and I just noticed.
I don’t find it quite weird to be known in Facebook and received more congratulations there and Twitter than here.
I do write in Spanish, and most my friends can read what I post there than the things I don’t post here, because I just post things in English… which kinda never happen.
I present you one of my new best friends.
Isn’t he a cutie?
There are those moments in my life where I feel popular.
Not wanted nor loved, but popular. At school, it never happens because, well, I’m an underdog and I’ll always be remembered as that. I don’t care anymore, that’s the good part.
But these feel of being popular, of people wanting to talk to me or look at my pictures and tell me how pretty I am, I’m just not used to it. And when it stops I feel like I did something wrong and I didn’t.
People just stoped caring or not, they just aren’t paying every once of attention to me, and that’s ok, because I’m not the center of the world.
And you will love it. Because I’m an awesome porn writer… I wish I was in English too, though.