I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

1. Not what you think

All you hear about now are the stories of the awkward kids, struggling through high school, few friends and often some big problem that arises, disrupting their miserable, boring lives. Sorry, but it's true.

We like these stories, possibly because of the fact we can relate to at least one aspect of these shy or socially inept individuals, but more likely because they make us feel better about ourselves. So i'm writing this. About my life and the things i'm feeling. The side you don't often hear.

I would say i'm pretty popular, typical in-crowd material. Blonde and skinny with an uncanny tendency to charm people, especially of the male gender. People think my life consists of Starbucks and Victoria's Secret runs, and flicking my hair around on a beach. I can see their thoughts in their expressions, why don't you be yourself, or, what a basic bitch. But to be completely honest the reason I can brush off those unsaid insults is because there is so much stuff going on in my mind.

If I find something or someone boring, my mind just switches itself off. That's why i'm classed as a grade A white-girl air head. Contrary to what you can see on the outside, my head isn't empty, in fact it's quite the opposite. It's stuffed to the brim with thoughts that are often far from the situation i'm in. It frustrates the hell out of me.

Okay, let's just get the inevitable "white girl" argument out of the way. Somehow I constantly find myself the centre of attention, and until you have been there you won't get this. Trends are a safety net, if everyone likes a particular thing, then judgement is practically eliminated. But what is actually so terrible about that? Why, whenever someone mentions heading out to grab a pumpkin-spiced latte do people roll their eyes? People like what they like, and isn't it a good thing that we have something in common? Sometimes I wish I could break free of the stereotype that keeps me in this cage of "off-guard" photos of girls in bikinis and pictures of people taking pictures of food. It's like I dug myself into this hole and it's impossible to get out because of all of the people peering down at me from the top.

Pretty soon you'll see that contrary to popular belief my time is not always spent swiping my daddy's credit card or cuddling my puppy for an Instagram photo, i'm just a confused girl who happens to enjoy wearing leggings. What, they're comfortable, okay?

A/N: I've been waiting for so long to start posting this story, it's just this first chapter that always stops me. I don't think it's that great but it's kinda important. So basically what i'm trying to say is don't worry, it gets better ;)

P.S. This can just be read as a regular story, not as a TBS fanfic, just saying.