I don't think they like me. If they did they would let me come. Let me in. Into the inside jokes, into the secrets. But I'm on the outside of all of them. What if I wasn't,though? What if they liked me. I would know the secret, understand the jokes. I wouldn't feel like every time I can't hear what they're saying, they'd be talking about me. Alas, they hate me. I know they do. So I don't try anymore. Let them talk crap about me. Let them cal me weak. I won't let it get to me, because I only have one more year until I meet new people.

Maybe they won't hate me. At least for the first three years. Maybe I'll find my place. Until then, all I have to do is act. I like to act.

Hello! Ifyou want to read earlier writings, my of profile is Jay. (I'm following myself lol) so u can't read those if u want. (They kinda suck btw)