K.Lynn

I am writing on behalf of all who I know haven't burned or been fake to you. All who haven't stressed you out, but instead made you joyous.  We love YOU.
          
          We have known each other forever. I felt like in the first 3 seconds, we clicked. That was 5  or 6 years ago, but God does it feel like a lifetime. I am a nobody. I am a nobody, who is awkward and nerdy and foolish. I am stupid and dumb. I don't know how I actually made friends in the first place. I am a complete mess, I don't care. I stress eat and get even more tired the during the day of work, than I am when I get out of bed. I am the girl who doesn't care, and you paid attention to my crazy ass. You know I am chill. I am the girl who, in sixth grade, watch Grey's Anatomy on her iPod at 7:45 am, while you all talked about the latest tea. Honestly I felt excluded, but slowly I became observant. I began to see how tiresome fake people were, and I wasn't even the one going through it. 
          
          This whole past year I decided to make my debut to that the separate world, to see how absurd it actually was. Two of my closest friends, were going through dinosaur sized shit. This time though I understood exactly what it felt like for you. Though I was never truly accepted, I am still invisible. No one pays attention to me, this time though, it hurts more now that I am trying to gain it. Middle of the year I gave up and strived for a new goal: Who is real? I learned what type of people I should watch out for. I looked for my life long friends, then I stopped and molded myself into me. I have my weird clothing the I some how (attempt to) make stylish. I have my "fuck this shit" chicken scratch font. I have my Grey's Anatomy. I have my iPod. I am still invisible, but I am not stressed. I am the invisible, quirky girl, who observes others, but I still mind my own shit. Care to join me? 
          
          -Alexandra Harris