My Playlist

My Playlist

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Emotions. Every day in our life we are constantly feeling different emotions. They might be good, bad, funny, or sad; it can vary from time to time and people to people. I do have to say that the way we deal with our emotions is what really interests me. In the past few years of high school, I had to learn how to grow a lot and learn how to stand up for myself. As I look back to the moments that I was pushed into a corner, I wish I had the strength that I have today to not hideaway. Many people out there when they are feeling down, they tend to hide away from others and their feelings. Others, like me, we like to sing. Many songs tell a story. Sometimes you are able to relate to the song and be able to realize that the feeling you have is valid. To be able to process your feelings and realize that you are not alone in your time of need. Taylor Swift has always connected with me. She is able to write feelings into words that I cannot fathom in emotional stages. Her literature expertise also allows me to create a story when listening to her songs and feel a part of the story of her album. So that is the reason why I, Serena White, am standing in the middle of Washington High School's stage singing Mean by Taylor Swift.
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I used to be popular, but we all know that. They started bullying Kayla, but I refused. It didn't look like it bothered her, but I saw it in her eyes. It hurt her more than anyone will ever know. No one else noticed, but I did. I saw her clothes start to get baggier as she started to lose weight. I remember her coming back one summer and looking like a twig. There was absolutely nothing to her. I refused to be a part of what they were doing to her, and they hated me for it. They insult me and bully me claiming that I'm her 'best friend' and I'm just like her. They push me off the bus and push me in the hallways. One day they pushed me into my locker and I had to be taken to the hospital for stitches. Just recently, I was walking up to my house and they ran in front of me and pushed me down the stairs. That's how I broke my leg. If they were ask me, I would proudly say that I stuck up for Kayla. More people should have.

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