The Diary of a Teenager

‘Complicated’

She had always wanted to fit in but she always tried to make everyone like her. The more she tried the more she failed. So she was always trying to be someone else. She soon realizes that she's forgotten who she really is and this is her story♥

Today… June 13 2009

Ashley’s Birthday….

With the days coming short there is a whole week till I graduate. It's hard to believe it's been 3 years since I came to Montgomery...

'I remember on my first day of grade 6. I was so worried, I had heard from my older siblings about what I thought was as strange as aliens on earth. My school is full of sluts and preps'. Till I met Kayla I felt as if I was the only normal one. Preps were not something I’d see every day; it was a TV thing for me. I lived close enough to the ghetto (so for me I was freaking out). So going to Viscount was like being like on another planet, (obviously I have never been on another planet; I don’t even have a passport so I can’t even leave the freaking country).’

‘Wow I was so quite in grade 6, I can actually remember hating everyone for being rich bastards’. ‘Hey it’s not my fault, if you met them you’d think the exact same, coming from such a close relationship at my old school, everyone was pretty much tight’. ‘Plus I had to work my way up to the top of the food chain, I had to lose the very friend that was actually good, and never used me’. ‘But things change, people change’.

‘When I met Kayla in grade 6, I didn’t realize that we would make it this far as friends. I remember the very day; I was in advisor class 61 6b. I turned around and that when I introduced myself to my very new best friend. At recess I met her friend Ashley M and Chelsea B.’

I have always been quite and what do quite people do best. Read people, or labeling, categorizing. See the reason why I have always been trying to be someone I’m not. One major role my family, or let’s get specific my mom. I am Vietnamese, and as of any Asian child born and raised in any Asian culture you know what I’m talking about. My parents talked, like they gossiped and always had something to say. For example; when ever my family had together with my intermediate family. They always compared us kids; academically, socially, appearance. I had never gotten good grade having 4 sister and a brother as older siblings was, just great, they were always focused on schooling. But me being the ugly duckling I was different, I didn’t fit in ever…

The criticism at home and at school didn’t exactly work out for me so I started a new life in middle school…