The truth?

Since I will be gratuating from high school in june and time just seems to fly by, preperations for our gratuation are running high. I do not only mean the exams, but also the fun stuff like parties, a countdown calender, prom, and even a year book. Year books are not a common thing in germany unfortunately. So having one right when you leave makes it even more special.
Now today, everyone of us received their own personal outsider, which is a personal comment every student may make about another. Some use this opportunity to show how much they appreciate you as their friend. Others to tease and diss. Because they do not have any idea what they are talking about. But admitting that is out of the question. Dissing someone is so much easier. And way more fun.
I had no idea how polarizing I am. I was honestly shocked at the first moment, but then i thought about what was written about me and tried to see the reasons why somebody would actually say something like I am possesive and back stabbing. Then I realized that this was probably written by a girl I used to be BEST friends with. And I literally mean best. We did everything together. We shared every secret. At least I did. Well, she did too. But with others. People I could not stand being with, but she did because of a little thing called love. Fell in love with a boy who soon had to find out that she was a quite boring person who did not have anything to talk about. So she talked about others. A lot. Thinking back, it was a really twisted friendship. The only time she would ask me if we wanted to do anything was her birthday party. At that time I did not mind. We had fun together, that was all that mattered.
But call me possesive because I wanted to keep the friendship alive? Even after you betrayed me? Come on! That is fucked up! Call me backstabbing? Who logged on into my ICQ account and wrote several love and hate letters to my closest friends? Jesus. Get over it.
By the way, I did not write anything like that about her. I wrote "oh, hooooooney...!" because everytime she talks to her boyfriend she uses that phrase she puts such a heavy accent on the "o" as if to make a point to show that she has a boyfriend. Whoa. You should hear them on the phone. Insufferable.
Allright. Something else that was written couple of times was that i am superficial, care more about looks than about personality.
Nobody of my school, except some close friends, has actually seen any of my boyfriends.
This is nuts. How can one say something like that? THAT is superficial.
Oh yeah, and I also got something like, "thinks she's cooler/funnier/hotter/... than she is." And that my necklines are too low. Now that is one thing I always pay attention at, since I am quite blessed with 36D, low cuts look cheap. It is just the way things are. Plus if you have not been able to see my nipple piercing, there is nothing to get excited about.
Whew. Haters. Had it. Go home.
Of course people had to write about my... affair with this guy from our class. Some people say he is weird, I like him. I just do. You see someone and instantly like him. Geesh. That was a long time ago and I do not see the point in warming up an old chinese soup you found in the back of the freezer. And once again, I did not tell anyone what was really going on and nor did he. But that does not keep people from writing.
The just write what they WOULD LIKE TO hear. Not what is the truth. Little do they know! Hu!
But now let me mention the nice comments.
Great singer and piano player, future star, pretty curls, funny, gorgeous, sexy, sincere, profound.
Although it may seem differently, there are more positive commentes than negative ones. I was surprised at how often i read good looking or stuff like that. Because I am not a stick. I have curves and I love them. And so do others. People that haven't told me to the face but they let me know just by being nice. It's nice to know you're being appreciated. Not just physically but also mentally.
The reason why this blog is named the way it is, is just because of what I just wrote out in full. This polarization. Those comments of people who do not even know me but think they do and talk all that trash about me. If I am such a bad person, then why do you even bother to talk about me? Sooo messed up.
Allright. I got six a.m. and I really need sleep.
I will be back.

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