You're NOT All I Need.. Just Enough

You're NOT All I Need.. Just Enough

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I'm not very girly. You know, wearing skirts, dresses, pink, listen to the biggest boy bands, have the most beautiful blond hair and blue eyes, and always wear make up 24/7. I wear ripped skinny jeans, loose shirts, dark colors, listen to the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Evanescence, always on the internet, addicted to YouTube, throw a baseball when I can, and the only thing I do with my face, is make sure it's clean, and I don't dye my hair blond, I like my dark brown the way it is. So I'm your typical, rebellious, smart, internet crazed, young adult. Some of these are reasons why I bond with guys better than girls. It's awkward when I'm wearing a sweat shirt, normal jeans, and my hair up in a hat, then some guy thinks I'm a boy. I'm perfectly fine with it though, I like being one of the guys. Wait.. I'm lonely
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I'm not your regular high school student. I'm a girl who doesn't take shit from anyone. Who has light brown hair and bright green eyes. I wear what I want to and Not what other people want me to. I'm not popular. I wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday. Along with my skate shoes. Vans or converses. Most people take the bus or car I school. I ride my skateboard. I'm me. I don't even live with my real family. I live with my stepsister, stepmom, and adoptive dad. I've never heard or seen my parents. My real ones. My stepsister is a different story than me. She has everything she ever wanted. Friends, popularity, brand name cloths, a boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Man. He's the cutest, most popular guy in school. We're Not friends at all. he doesn't even notice me, even though he's at our house all the time. Either fighting or making out with my stepsister. Will he ever notice me?

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