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Cool Kids

I always wanted be like them.

I don't know, maybe it was the clothes or the perfect hair. Maybe it was their confidence. How they could stand up and do what ever they wanted with out any visible remorse.

The real reason didn't seem obvious until I was crying into a pillow. That I just wanted friends.

I know that they're not usually real friends; that they're worshiping you in all your glory and not because they truly care. But, I still wanted it. I wanted parties of Friday nights, texts every few minutes, to be able to go to the mall by myself and walk out with at least another person with me.

I wanted to never be alone.

I know how ridiculous that sounds. How superficial they are. But...I still want it.

So call me a wanna be. Say the social hierarchy doesn't matter. It shouldn't. But, you know what?

I don't think the cool kids cry into their pillows.