01-07-19 | Monday
8:57 PM
Today was a pretty fun day. I helped me parents out at the farm, weeding for three hours and after that was got to go to the pool! Now, I'm no swimmer, in fact, I suck at swimming, but what if I told you it was an inflatable pool? Yes, less cool, I know.
But it was still fun! We pretended the water balloons were our kids and saved them from 'drowning'. I'm not an eight year old kid, but it was still.. fun. Being childish. Embracing our youth, before we lose it.
Hey, let's talk about me. My personality. Hobbies. You probably won't be interested in this, and I wouldn't too. But it feels relieving to say this, to talk to someone when there is no one to talk to you.
So I'm not an extrovert. Most of the time. That's confusing, but let me elaborate! To most people, I am shy, awkward, weird and quiet. A meticulous worker and booksmart. This is how my classmates, my teachers, my peers see me as. When I'm with my friends, my more true self shines through. But not all of it. When I'm with my family; sisters, parents, brothers. I'm the most me I can be. I'm still the meticulous worker, the booksmart girl, but on top of all that, I'm an eccentric, energetic weird little thing that talks a lot, babbles alot, to herself and to her family.
It feels weird, sometimes, when I'm a whole new different person at school than who I am at home. Sometimes I even feel bad, that I feel like I'm not being me but just a silenced version of me. I know that's not true, but the stark contrast of who I am at school and at home really made me realize who I really am, and who I am not.
And at home, I don't care what I look like. I can wear the baggiest clothes and know for sure that no one will judge me. My hair could be in a ponytail like Jojo Siwa's (which looks, trust me, horrendous on me), and no one would blink an eye. No one cares that I look ugly. And I realised how much I loved home. When I'm not fussing with my hair, feeling out the wrinkles of my clothes or making sure my uniform isn't damaged at school. When I'm trying my best not to look like a mess. Or, to put it more bluntly, ugly. Because at school, people will talk, talk, talk. Whispers there and whispers there. If I showed up with my hair in a frizz who knows what people will say.
And one time, me and my friend just finished walking down the stairs, one girl tried to discreetly point at us and said to her friend, 'those two girls-'. But she stopped because we heard it and just gave them funny looks. I still don't know what she was going to say. I wonder what she was going to say.
Was it something bad? Good?
But as of today, there's not much to say. The same old lethargic, typical routine. But I'm fine with it. As long as we don't go to school. I will weed the farm everyday rather than go to school. Because school sure is terrible, and not because of the learning, but because of the people there. There are some nasty bullies in there.
Goodbye! It was nice to talk. Really, it was.
-P.N
(signed off 9:25 PM. a short one for now! stories will get juicier when I go to school, obviously!!)
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