I am who I am. If someone doesn’t like it, then screw them.
High school is the perfect time to try on a bunch of different hats. You get to decide who you are, who you surround yourself with.
Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded it’s there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.
