Navigating Through a Sea of Awkward

Some days, I feel like it would be easier if I was just like everyone else. If I knew the right clothes to wear, the right things to say, the right things to do. And I try, really I do. But it just seems like I'm getting everything wrong. I don't know what to say to people so I remain quiet, for the most part. I don't dress like other girls, I can be found in cargo pants and a T-shirt much more often than I'll ever be seen in a skirt or a dress. You know the type, tomboyish, glasses, hides behind a book, sits in her room on Friday night, blogging instead of shopping. That's me in a nutshell and I have no problem with it. Oh and by the way, this isn't going to be one of those girl meets popular boy and falls in love, let's be realistic here. This isn't one of those cliche fanfics (that I totally don't read by the way *cough cough*) where the nerd gets the guy of her dreams and lives happily ever after. This is high school after all.