I’m A Senior?
Do the younger girls look at me with the same respect that I had when I was a freshman? I just remember look up at these beautiful senior girls. They were everything I wanted to be. I wonder if someone looks up to me. Most likely not. Today was a good day. Sort of slow. My favorite class is my horror and suspense class, but theres a girl in it who basically outshines me. Shes louder, prettier, ballsier, and more flirtatious especially with my teacher. Theres so much competition and I feel as if I don’t compare. Although, at certain times of the day I felt awesome. I was confident. I walked the halls as if I built them. I saw my ex, he was cool. Didn’t think much of his company at the moment. He was enjoying the attention he got aswell. I could tell. The guys in my grade normally don’t hit on me. Not one second glance today. Nothing. I hate it because when I’m outside of school I usually get hit on more. But then I remind myself that they are just boys. Idiots. One more year and I’ll never see them again.
Senior year.
Fuck.
