Who Am I?

So yeah, third post today. The newness of my blog will die down eventually, and my posts will become more sporadic and less witty. But now, I actually want to write a post that has substance. One of my friends found this awesome website with writing prompts on it, and I was looking through them when I found two I liked right beside each other:

1. Describe a typical day during your Jr. High years.
2. Why do you write?

I was a completely different person in junior high. I was included in the annoying popular kids group. I know; it's terrible. My girlfriend (does she really count in junior high?) of two years was popular, and I was as well by association. But then, a few months before we broke up, I realized that we really didn't like each other more than friends. So, was I supposed to stay her friend and hang out with the other annoying, privileged kids or find a completely new set of friends? I decided to go with the latter, and eighth grade year was a bitch. I had a core group  of solid friends... in basically none of my classes. That is when I realized who my new (and now incredible awesome) friends are.

So, in junior high, my day consisted of being someone that I am not. I sat at a lunch table with kids I hated. There was a new girl who sat at that table as well who never said anything. Now, she is one of my really good friends. We were both squeezed into a mold that did not fit. Now, I have a great life. I can honestly and easily say that this year has been the best year ever. I have great, steadfast, truly awesome friends that I can be myself around. And two of them are the reason that I am blogging.

Following their example, I set up this blog. I am writing to vent to someone. While I do have great friends, I am listener, not a talker. I know that they would listen, that isn't the problem; I just never feel ok letting things out. So, I have decided to write them on here. I doubt that this will stay anonymous for long, but you never know. This safe haven of the internet might be just what I need...