Everyone always want something to hate.
Even me. When it wasn't my fault. Try to be someone I'm not and I'm
stepped on, try to be someone I am and get hated for. Which do I
choose? Hmmm. Well, I would only want my friends to care. Even now they
are reading this as I type along. Who knew I could've come such a long
way for a "cute blonde kid with pretty blue eyes?"
Being popular was the least expected, and I didn't choose for it to
happen. But we all make stupid choices sooner or later...heh. Guess you
could say not being popular made me popular.
"You got haters? Good. That means you stood up for something in your