Memoirs of a Dreamer
isn’t it weird how…
when you’re a kid, people who do bad things always look mean, they have snarling lips, and dirty fingernails, and their voice scares you. drugs and smoking are illegal and will kill you, sex is disgusting, and cursing is something of the worst kind. then as you grow up, the bad people start to mix with the good people, and pretty soon you can’t tell the difference until it’s too late.
I hate when…
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Guys hit on me. Alright I get it, I have nice eyes, you think I’m hot, whatever. It’s the same stuff all the time. Now, I’m happy that I’ve been blessed with looks, really I am so thankful, but it is not the main thing that makes me me. I have likes and dislikes, and I am an honors student that has no life because I’m always studying or in a meeting for one of my many clubs. Why do these guys assume I’m a dumb girl who’s going to fall for them when they say “you’re beautiful.”? If a guy would get to know me first, maybe I’d fall for them. But come on, I can sense a booty caller from a mile away. The second they message me and I see the photos of them partying at clubs and getting high with all these girls… I mean come on. I’m definitely not your type. Take a look at my photos as you’ll see that. My pictures are at the beach and backstage waiting to go onstage for theatre. Yours are of smoking, drinking, partying, grinding, clubbing, and skipping school. You’re wasting your time. I’m not better than you, but I am better than the games you play.
