Day 2: Rumours

The past two years have been one of the hardest times of my life. I have fallen deeply, head-over-heels in love with handsome, respectful guys, and in addition to having my heart broken a great deal, I have also collected my share of loves. These past years have not only been filled with broken promises, regrets, mistakes, lies, and misshapen dreams, but also with happiness, laughter, and a sort of sanctuary.
To tell you the complete and honest truth, which I feel is essential to ensuring the believability of this blog, as well as preserving its truthful essence, my beliefs and viewpoints have not changed a great deal. I still care what people think of me. I still have low self-esteem and virtually think nothing of myself. I still wish that somewhere, a perfect boy is waiting for me. I still think the same people are bitches, jocks, punks, asian computer geeks, and posers. In all honesty, my mindset remains the same as it did when I entered 8th grade.
I blame the rumours. Ignorant, incoherent falsities created by pathetic, moronic teenage adolescents with lives so mundane and flavorless that they have nothing better to do with their time than carefully, cautiously invent and assemble fresh lies about a fellow classmate who never took any course of action deemed bitter or maniacal. Come to think of it, the falsehood that states, "She had sex with two guys in some guy's jacuzzi one night at a party. She was so drunk!," doesn't really seem to scream "tastefully done". Instead, it says "pathetic, horrendous, and stupid". These lies weren't even that great, so why was I paying so much goddamn attention to them?!? Because all I wanted, all I have ever wanted, and all that most people strive for in life is acceptance.
Two years ago, I used to let the opinions of people who meant absolutely nothing to me get in the way of expressing my individuality and being true to myself. Now, I could just tell them all to go to hell. Who cares if they think I'm boring or unintelligent or lame? I certainly do not, because I AM smart, comical, and easy-going. Two years into the future, I find myself happier than I have ever felt before. I have a great group of caring, loving friends who cherish me and love me for who I truly am. I have the world's greatest best friend, Derick, who helps me through everything. So go ahead, say whatever you want about me, call me obese or slutty or fake or a loser, it will never get to me. Why should it, why should I let it, when the "who I am" is a pretty great person to be.
Love, Doti (that argumentative, irritating, and surprising original girl who talks way too much and loves strawberries. Yes, she is random too. Deal with it!)