I've been thinking of posting a blog on here for a few days now... I keep on imagining what I'm going to type, what I'm going to say, and what I want people to walk away thinking- but all of that's eluded me now.
I'm a senior in an Alternative High School, I dye my hair strange colors, I wear dark clothes, bracelets, and hoodies.
Everyone thinks I'm depressed because of my black apparel- most think I'm just goth.
It irritates me how little they try to understand...
I wear black/dark clothing for the simple fact that it makes me feel like I'm not here. Like I'm just a shadow with a sign saying, "Don't look over here,". I feel like I've been cut open and my organs on display when I wear bright colors (which is why I never do) and, I don't know why, it infuriates me that people stick so far inside there own minds that they just assume things about other people- especially because it's on such an easy topic of clothing.
It makes me wonder what they think- and assume- about me.
And that makes me wonder what they think about...
While students sit around me and text on their phones and the teacher procrastinates- what thoughts pass through their minds, if any? Do they question every second of reality? Do they dream about a time where their own thoughts will finally makes sense to them? How about dreaming for a time where they can accurately describe everything they feel? Read more »