So I'm not exactly sure what this type of writing would be called - it's
not a poem, it's not a story... maybe an anecdote? I doubt it. But yeah, I wrote
this while I was on a bus on the way to a mini golfing field trip.
Best. Thing. About. Geometry. All. Year.
But yeah, here goes.
Nothing like a loud school bus and a blasting iPod to put me in my thinking place.
What really makes me think are the people on this bus with me right now: the people in/taking my geometry class.
We're going mini golfing.
What I'm worried about, though, is if I'm going to be able to find a group to play with.
I've never really thought of myself as popular, but I never really thought I was an outcast either.
But right now, when I'm sitting here in this empty seat with myself and Alex Gaskarth* [♥], the truth is painfully obvious.
I might have friends in this crazy, eccentric group of people, but I'm pretty sure I also have enemies, and people who just plain old DGAF. I might also have friends outside this group of people, but that doesn't seem to matter much right now.
I can't think of a time where I've ever felt so ditched ... and lonely.
* Alex Gaskarth is the lead singer of All Time Low, who I was listening to at that moment.
- the not-so-original Bethany
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