Dear everybody reading this,
I'm sorry I've been a bad blogger. I'm sorry I don't post anymore. I'm sorry I make you leave the comments with NOs with ten more Os. I'm sorry I don't do what you want me to. I'm sorry I don't meet your standards. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. These things can not be helped.
But sorry does not make an interesting post.
The thing is that I am who I am. I make mistakes. I slack off from blogging and make you leave the little comments that make me want to smile. I'm lonely. I am a lonely, homeschooled girl who does not have a social life and has no friends.
Think of your friends. Count them on your fingers. If you run out, count on a piece of paper. I can take three fingers: Krista, Jessica, Shannon. I feel lonely. Nobody calls me. I think I bore people. I've never really thought of myself as a boring person. I mean, all my phone calls with my friends are nice. They'll sound excited to hear me. Shannon laughs her head off every time. So...remind me why, if you're enjoying this so much, you cannot make the effort to call?
I don't think I'm a boring person. I don't dress like everybody else, nor look like, nor talk like, nor sound like...I am not another Hannah Montana, bleach-blond, way-too-much-makeup, ew-mud-and-bugs, hooray-for-boys ditzy clone. But maybe people are bored with me...I don't blame other people. I'm not going to change. This is the Cassidy you're stuck with, America! This is it, the grand total! No more, no less!!!!
Once, I was in a mall, going to Target to get some pictures taken. I passed these two girls. One of them was the aforementioned clone. She looked nice. She wore a pink shirt, blue jeans, lipstick, and eyeliner. Her hair was blond. She looked trendy. She looked rather nice.
The other girl looked wild. Short, crazy hair, skinny jeans that were torn in a million places, a studded belt, lip pierced, eyebrows pierced, a million earrings, and black floppy high-tops. Not trendy. Not another supermodel-oh-I-need-to-wear-these-clothes-to-look-cool girl. She smiled at me. I smiled back.
I want to be like that girl. I want some random chick at the mall to look at me and think, wow, I want to be like that girl. I do not mean I would like my eyebrow pierced. This is not the point! The point is, I want to stand out. I want to be noticed. Don't we all?
Cassidy
