Sick. That's all you feel after a night of constant shots and hard alcohol. But how would I know? I'm only the weird, boring girl with no social life. Straight A's for all my grades and my cup size. Try hard. Normal. Less-than average. Who is she again? All normal responses if you ask anyone who I am. But if you ask me? I'm not who you think I am. I'm not the same person I was in 7th grade. I've changed. I grew up. But to everyone else I'm still the same. I'm done being the normal, boring girl that is invisible to everyone else. That is not who I am. How far do you have to push the limit of change before everyone else sees it too?All Rights Reserved