Finally home at last . I dart through the door , not speaking a word to mom or dad and running up the stairs , close the door , drop my binder , plug my phone in my speaker , and blast my music . My music consists of Indie Rock, Alternative, and Electric . I despise the pop now a days , it's like it's not even music , what the hell kind of music do people listen to these days? It's freakily ridiculous considering others find the terms " Party hard , sex , drugs , twerk , ect " inspirational ! I get up and carefully stare at my hopeless face in my body mirror . I look deep into my eyes and just got lost in thoughts . I snap out of it , then look at my hazel but yet pure green eyes . Why can't I have blue eyes ? But I do enjoy my eyes most of the time . It seems like EVERYONE either has blue or brown eyes , that's what I like about my eyes though , they're unique . I think to myself that I need, well want some sort of a make over because boys , let me re fraise that , everyone thinks I'm unattractive, but some odd reason I seriously don't care about physical appearances , so I ignore that thought . Plus , I don't care what other people think about me , they don't have a role in my feelings, most of the time anyway. I walk away from the mirror, lay on my bed and stare at my ceiling allowing the music to sink in my veins and soul. Music feels good.
