This isn't really much , but I want to upload again in about thirty minutes to an hour , so .
And I really love the next chapter , for some reason .
(:
x ; Jay .
Another reason why I think Freshman year was alright is because , I really didn’t care about all the drama going on around me .
Everyone hates high school drama , but it literally made me want to die .
When people included me in drama that had nothing to do with me , oh god . That was the worse . It probably was the thing that pissed me off the most .
I’ll put myself in my own drama , thank you .
I wasn’t part of the fight .
I wasn’t the one talking shit .
It’s your relationship .
Etc .
Honestly , I don’t care .
It’s not my fucking problem .
I had my own shit to deal with , and when people tried to add me to their problems , or threw my name out and got me into shit that I didn’t even care about , god .
It was so aggravating . Still is .
I think most of my friends eventually began to understand that I didn’t want in on their personal life , or any form of their life .
Because , it really didn’t matter to me .
If they wanted to come take some pills with me , smoke a blunt , or party , they could come talk to me .
But I really didn’t give a fuck if they were in a new relationship .
If they bought a really cute top when they went shopping last weekend .
If they thought they were too fat , ugly or whatever else they decided to bitch about .
Chances are the relationship wouldn’t last more than a month .
Chances are I’d think it was terribly ugly .
And chances are , I’d disagree and they wouldn’t believe me .
So , no . I didn’t care a about the stupid pointless things in their life .
I cared about if they were okay ,
and quite possibly if they wanted to get fucked up the next night .
Besides that , no , I didn’t care one bit .
If I invited them to talk personally with me , they could . But chances are I didn’t .
More than ninety percent of my friends were only good for partying with , or just joking around and having a good time with .
Though , I did have a ridiculously small amount of friends that I would help with their problems , or whatever they had going through their head .
And sometimes they helped me .
YOU ARE READING
She Doesn't Care . (Being Edited)
General FictionFollow the story of a girl named McKenzie during her high school experience, re-told years later, when she’s asked to explain her adolescence. McKenzie wasn’t such an ‘average’ teenager, even in her own generations’ eyes. She was the type of gi...
