Who Am I?

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So today in one of my classes the teacher gave us an assignment for the 2nd week of class. (In my college we get an assignment every week and it's usually due a week or two later, but for this assignment we got three)

Anyway the assignment was to write a 10 page paper about who I am, that immediately made me smirk while everyone moaned and groaned like a bunch of seven year olds😐

I went about my day thinking about who I was, in my opinion I've changed a lot.

From November 3rd 1998 to Now I feel so different..Like every year I developed a new personality, some was good and some are bad.

One thing I used to feel was worthless, when I was younger I felt that the world was against me. I had no confidence, no self-respect nothing...

I felt that everything that happened was my fault, that maybe if I hadn't spilled that cup of water that person wouldn't have died (trust me it was serious and now that I think about it, somewhat annoying 🙃😒)

But like I said I changed as I grew, as soon as I graduated elementary school I made it my goal to not have friends. I used to think, "Friends only distract you from what's important, my education."

That didn't work out the way I wanted it to, one person saw past my stupid and unnecessary bullshit and declared me her best friend.

At the time I was honored and felt like the sun was coming out tomorrow but of course the cloud above my head could never stay away, and I was stuck between doing what I was starting to love or my friendship of one year.

I picked what I loved, I know it sounds selfish but at the time I was done with bullshit. I wasn't gonna let someone tell me what I could and couldn't do😡

To move this along I just wanna say this, BE YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's basically what I had to tell myself when I hit the 8th grade, I searched deep down and thought real hard about everything that happened to me. And I decided to say, "Fuck them bitches! Do what you want!"

And then I was ready for high school, I'm not gonna explain high school that much. But let's just say that it taught me to express myself a lot more...A. LOT. MORE.

Anyway at the end of the day I'm Semecca😏 I'm not just one thing just one person.

A very weird person.

-♏

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