September 6, 2013
Dear Charlie,
Today was my schools first football game. And I just want you to know now that more people are behind the bleachers smoking weed than watching the game. And it really sucks to be alone. I wasn't alone though. I was with my friends Julia, Isabel, and Lauren and they had given me a ride. But something funny happens when we're all smacked in the face with the reality that we're nobodies. And this is a terrible thing to say but some of them became bitches. And ditched each other. And left friends that they'd known forever because they just weren't cool enough. And tried to be sluts and everything that they're not because they were someplace they didn't feel they belonged. And it was sad. They all talked about people and made fun of them and it made me wonder if they talk about me behind my back. And they probably do. Because football games make guys stupid and girls shallow. And I wanted nothing more than to just go home.
I'm not saying all this stuff to be mean but to be honest, because I really just want to start over with friends right now. And not all of them are bad but I'm just feeling rotten right now. Literally, the entire game was basically just a bunch of girls taking pictures with cool guys to say that they were there when they weren't really there at all. And I know it proabaly shouldn't have pissed me off as much as it did but I felt as if everyone was just posing. Posing in pictures, posing as sluts, posing as jocks, and it was all to much.
So I'm begining again. And instead of trying to keep friendships with people that have gotten to cool for me, I'm just going to keep being myself until someone finds me. Because I feel like I keep losing to the mainstream. And its easier to just block out the world than get my old friends back.
Maybe this is only killing me because of the hurtful ironic thought that fred was sopposed to play football for the junior varsity team and there was no fred today. I just need to be alone for a while, and I'm so sorry about this.
Love always, Alia
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