I was never anything above average. Just a typical high school student with the typical teachers that complained about my grades, the typical non-athletic, part-time fast food worker with a whole zero dollars in the bank and my two best friends who were labeled just as average. We had our designated spot at lunch since we were seniors and no one wanted to deal with us due to the stereotypes of being big, bad, ready to do drugs and kick ass. Contrary to their beliefs, none of us were very strong or ready to kick ass. We had parties, but three people wouldn't be much of a party to the rest of the senior class. Especially when you call playing videogames all night and feeling sick in the morning a "party." Anyways, this is how we carried out our days. Sitting in class, sitting at lunch, and discussing the things that were important to us, then go home. One of us went to his girlfriend's, one of us to baseball, and one of us, me, to my home. Mostly to think about the day and waste my time until I was able to get up and go somewhere, or to fall asleep to avoid my unwanted, overthinking mind from wandering off.
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From May to December With Love
RomansDavid, an 18 year old who was just graduating high school, felt nothing more about himself than just being average. He had the same two friends for years, he had no notable accomplishments thus far, and his only relationship that he was in, was no...
