Right now, this second, all I can hear is pointless chatter. All I can see is what I call an empty desert with a bunch of trees and two dinky playgrounds.

I hate that stupid gate. I hate that noise when it slams. There are many things that I hate. I hate when people hang out with their “so- called” friends instead of their true friends.

I hate following. I am not a follower. I never will be. I hate posers. Ha, I know that sounds funny coming from me… but it’s the only word that comes to mind. I hate when people say they’re not something, but really, they are. In America, we call them liars, hypocrites, fakes… Sometimes… we even call them our friends.

At this moment, I hate tables, circles, and people. But remember, it seems to be only “at this moment”.

Right now, this dinky little notebook seems to be the only thing I can confide in. Ugh. Seriously, I can win an award for whining and being a big baby right now. But right now, I don’t give a care.

Right now, I’m sitting in an area where my friends never usually sit at. I didn’t and don’t want to sit their. I need a change. I bet your laughing at me.

I hate cliché, but I’m living in it. Or am I?

Is sitting alone bad? It may seem like torture to thousands of other teenagers out there, but it’s paradise to me.

Here’s a little bit about me:
I am…
A bird in a cage
A hopeless pathetic romantic
A clown
A nerd
A musician
A drama queen (seriously, I have a crown.) (JK)
A loner… but I love that.

The thing is I am a loner. I’m fine with that. Though I do love talking and being with my friends, I do have a little love for being alone. Because when I’m by myself I don’t have to worry about putting my stupid foot in my mouth. Which I seem to do constantly.

The wind blowing around me feels cold, but nice I guess. The clouds are weirdly… magnificent. That’s a big word for a BIG loser.