So. So. So.
School is coming around. Woopity doo dah. I'm not very excited anymore for my Senior year. I fear that I'll attract the wrong people (like I usually do) who want to be with me. And the more I think about it, the more I don't want to become the next Carrie or Stevie. AKA the Hottest Gay Girl to roam these halls. Which I know I'm not.
But my ego is bursting lately.
And I can't help it. People. Stop telling me I'm cute. Stop touching me. And maybe, just maybe I won't be as conceited. Just maybe.
Chances are, Ashleigh will win that title, but then again, she might get that for the girly side. Chances are, I'll appeal to more since I fit in more groups such as.. Emo, Prep, Jock, Undefined, Goth. Maybe I should go for Prom Queen.
Bweh. Dresses. Nevermind.
Whatever turn of life happens, it shall happen. Maybe I'll date someone cute this year.
Maybe.
Lynn Malevic Community Member 
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