I sit here and wonder sometimes, why I was never voted Prom Queen, why I never dated the popular dude, why I wasn't born someone else. Its hard going through life wishing a dreaming that you were anyone else but you. You sit in class alone and wonder "What makes them so special? Why can't I have that many friends? What's wrong with me?"

Then reality starts to kick in. You aren't them because you were not made to be them. You walk the path that few people are willing to take. You believe in TRUE FRIENDS and not some petty mirage to no feel lonely. You were called to be something different, someone great. Great people are usually the outcasts. The Ghandi's and the Martin Luther's, the rebels of the age, the teen that refuses to drink or party because she doesn't want to. The 2o year old who still watchs Disney Channel and who would rather go to the park than go to the club.

Its hard being THAT GIRL. The girl who sits in the front row and hardly says a peep to her peers. The one who smiles all the time and is joyous in the site of adversity. The one who would rather have 1 true friend than a million crappy ones. Yes, its hard at time, but like the book says,Do Hard Things. It'll eventually payoff. Be real, be you.