I don't know what I'm doing. I honestly don't. And I am so jealous of those that do.
At my school, which is very small, there are three groups: Those That Have Instantly Recognizable Names (preachers' children, older siblings as predecessors), Those That Do Not Have Instantly Recognizable Names But Have Still Carved A Place For Themselves In The Social Hierarchy, and Those That Simply Are Unimportant And Will Fade Away Instantaneously After Their Graduation. And I don't know where I am anymore. I'm not related to anyone important. My older sister hasn't graced the school with her presence, giving me a comfortable cushion of friends that allows me to be a total witch to those who won't help me in my life. But I'm not sure if I fit in category number two or number three.
And Dane doesn't get it. No no no. I'm sure he is, at the moment, telling June that I'm delusional. Yes, Dane. You went to a high public high school where not everyone knew each other.
I am so frickin' frustrated.
God! I hate being a teenager.
That's the thing. Your insights are dismissed as typical drama and horomones, as are your actually pertinent issues.
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I can remember the same thing: my views being lightly dismissed by 'grown-ups' who were sure they knew better. It doesn't last forever though. Best wishes.
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