September Comes Around

I guess you could call me a stag. Stag, yes that fits. I'm alone besides my best friend that is indeed, a boy. Besides the fact, I've never been in shape or perfect. I'm not beautiful or popular than most girls in my school. Popularity is just pathetic. When I'm home, I drown myself in music and fake a smile. C'mon, Kinsley you got this. You're strong. Only until September 19, 2003...