You know those people that would probably be amazing people, if they didn't TRY so fucking hard to fit in? If they didn't form cliques and make everyone else feel like shit when they excluded them? If the word popular didn't exist.....how would life be different? Would Abercrombie be all anyone was wearing? Would pop music be the norm? Would everyone call themselves "crazy"? Would everyone get along?
Those people drive me crazy. Most times, you can see it in their eyes. You can see the unhappiness with their own choice of being cloned. I was that person once. Now, there is still sadness inside my eyes, but for the right reasons. Those people buy THE clothes, are pressured into being skinny, do THE sports, have THE hobbies......they try so damn hard to be someone they're not. They don't realize it's not worth it. Cliques are called exclusive for a reason. Would needs a $400 jacket, or a fancy phone case? Fuck the haters. Wait. No. Don't fuck them. That would be nasty. Just give em' the bird.
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