The Long and Painful Headache

It wasn't that bad today. I'm starting to like it. School's not as bad as I thought it would be. The headache is now starting to ease away. I have a couple of friends on the bus with me now. That's good. Maybe I won't be called the "quiet girl" any more. I'll be called "I can't believe you're talking" now. I just don't see why everyone is shocked that I actually talk to people. That I have friends. I have had friends, for a while now. Everyone does. Okay, maybe not. There was a point and time that I didn't have friends. And people may not realize this, but I hate being called "the quiet girl" or "the shy girl" or even "the goth girl." That's not who I am. I may like the Gothic style, and I may be shy. But that is NOT my name. It might actually be nice to be called by my name for once. I might be into that stuff but that's not me, that's not all I am. I am shy. I am quiet. I like goth. I like vampires. I make good grades. But that does NOT mean I have no friends. That I am goth. I am a nerd. I may be a nerd, but that's not a bad thing. But back to when I didn't have friends. It was in the beginning of seventh grade. My friend I made in sixth grade, Savannah, had moved away. Some people had picked on her because she was emo. And she was, so be it. It has nothing to do with them why she was emo. Maybe she just wanted to be. That doesn't mean anyone should treat her badly because of it. That was her decision, and whether it was the right decision or not, it's no one's right to criticize it. And for people who are dealing with that problem. Ignore them. That's the best thing to do. They think they know everything that's going on, but they don't. They don't know why and they don't understand you. I know that doesn't help much, but they are..... stupid. They go and jump to conclusions. And I realized It's not so much of a big deal anymore. An example would be, someone calls whoever fat. Then they feel bad because they are diabetic and they can't help it. Maybe if they knew. They wouldn't say it. And they only say that because they have nothing better to do. They probably have no lives and sit at home feeling sorry for themselves. Wondering why they don't have friends. Or wondering why they don't have good friends. And people are mean, I know. And I have herd of people killing themselves because of it. Which is horrible. And it could be something little too. But my advice is, don't get worked up over it. No body's perfect. They have problems too. That doesn't mean that you have to throw it in their face. That's how fights happen. But the best you can do is smile and bear it. Think on the bright side, it could be worse. They haven't done any harm to you physically have they? And if anyone has, TELL SOMEBODY. Call the police, tell your parents, or a teacher. Or maybe a friend. Don't go through your life without telling somebody. If they are doing this and they find out you aren't doing anything about it, it won't make them stop because they feel sorry for you. They'll do it even worse. I know. It has happened to me. I know you don't like it. Nobody likes it, but you don't have to sit there and deal with it. Tell someone who can help you. Or someone will listen. You can talk to me. Go to my myspace to reach me. http://myspace.com/kootoni. I would love to listen. Everyone should have someone to go talk to. Even you.