I remember when I was fourteen. It was the first day of highschool and I was so excited. I had finally convinced my dad to let me get a hair cut and he finally agreed.
I got so giddy about my new look and I was so excited to show my friends. But their reaction made my fourteen year old heart sink. They weren't happy I got a haircut without telling them and they thought I was acting like I was better than them.
Me. The girl who could barely afford lunch sometimes was better than the kids who went on vacations in a different country every summer.
I felt horrible when they finally ditched me but I was happy they did. Real people don't need validation.
I don't know why I'm thinking of that incident and so i tuck it down. I bury it deep inside, right next to every other friendship that neve
