The mean.

Back in the 9th and 10th grade, I was desperate to be different-ish. I didn’t want to be suzy high school and thought that listening to some not very good ska bands (and hanging with the other emo kids) would make me unique (righhhhhhht.)  I just had to get outta high school and then…THEN I would be awesomely unique.

It’s taken a while, but I’ve realized…I’m not.

I’m not terribly successful at anything. A little insecure. .  But I like who I am, and guess what baby? I embrace my average-ness and that’s a-okay.