There's nothing lamer then a fake ami.

You know what I've been thinking? I've been thinking of the numerous times that I feel invisible. I constantly feel invisible. And I don't know why. A simple request cannot be done. A simple question cannot be answered. And a simple task cannot be done. We all get that feeling. We all feel like we're invisible and that no one notices us. The thing is, it's always like that. Everywhere, we all feel like we should be noticed, like we have to be the center. It's at that moment when we feel like we're not invisible, when we feel like we belong is the only time we feel good about ourselves. That feeling keeps us grounded. It keeps us sane.

In case you haven't noticed, those without friends, those who are alone, feel the worst. Feel invisible. They're sad. They feel like an outcast and they feel like they don't belong. Some still feel like that even when they're with "friends". They still feel like they don't belong. They still feel like an outcast. It's not something to enjoy. It's the worst.

You may be wondering, how do I know how this feels? It's simple, I was one of those girls who was without friends, who was an outcast. I had a "friends". Well, these "friends" constantly stabbed me in the back and I always felt like an outcast.

I had a good set of friends at the beginning of the school year. Then one of the girls started hating me because of my I was a perfectionist. And well, then it got weird. And awkward, after that it felt like they were keeping stuff from me. And I've had that feeling before.

I have this 6th sense. I gained it when I was in 4th Grade. This 6th sense of mine, well, I can tell when things are going on, like when I'm not wanted or when they have a secret they refuse to tell me even if it concerns all of us. I know these things, and it's just obvious.

You know what, I'll just get straight to the point, include everyone, be nice, never judge based on looks alone or on their "social standing". Give respect if you want respect. Seriously, don't let that inner bitch out. A lot of people don't deserve it.

Drunken Dreams and Karaoke Nights..

It's been a while since I posted. Almost a month, there are a few reasons why. But nothing that's important. The truth is, it's almost my birthday. My 15th birthday, ey? Who would've thought that things would be this crazy? Honestly, let's reflect on what happened last year.

Last year at this time, I created the GossipGirl blog. I was a high school freshman at STC. And I made one, just one. I feel like I should be clearing the air on this because some folks still believe that I created multiply blogs although I did not. I made one. The first one. I deleted it already but then, RumorQueen resurfaced and I remade the blog, but it's useless. So don't even bother bashing on it.

Last year at this time, I was angry. Angry at everything. Angry at my Mom for not spending time with me. Angry at my sister for constantly barading me about my weight. I was angry at my supposed friends who would stab me behind my back and make fun of me because of my weight.

Last year at this time, I just wanted to get away.