Yes, me. Myself. They way I am now. At first, I had trouble liking myself. Seriously. And for a long while, I always thought that I wasn't happy with myself and things I did. I never went to the point of slashing my wrists or anything like that, no, but at some times I was afraid to voice my own thought(s) or opinion(s) on things, even at school. So then when did I find the "perfect me"? And when did I find that I actually liked myself?

        Ok, so its not the most magical place I could find. Its not like I even tried to have all this happen to me. I wasn't even thinking about it at the time. So how did it happen?
        Well...I guess first of all I must explain exactly what I was doing at the bowling alley. The whole 7A team at school (well, MOST of them, some people got kept back) went around the neighborhoods by the school, picking up trash and stuff (I found 5 dollars too), and then we went to the bowling alley as a treat or something.
        I joined in the lane with Tymber and Krystle, and Emma came in because our other fourth bowler had bailed on us to bowl with someone else. So it was Tymber and me against Krystle and Emma.

        How? Heh, I had bowled the worst two games of my life that day. I didn't care what anyone thought of it too. Tymber and Krystle and me had made it all good by joking around about it all, even when they did bad, which they did. Even with Georgia, Lonnie, Matt and Chris in the lanes next to us (Jereme was one of those people who got kept back and didn't go, ha ha!), I still didn't care what they thought. They all hate me anyway, these bowling games weren't about to change that at all.
        Everytime I threw a gutter ball, I screamed "Gutter!" and I'm sure people next to us heard me. Oh well. At least I was having fun.

        No matter what the hell it is that we're doing, making the fools out of ourselves that we are, it don't matter! Even if there were some gorgeous guys around, I'd still be fine with anything I do with my friends, as long as it's fun! They may look at us like we're insane...cause we are, really. Ever hear of some guys saying that they don't care about what a girl looks like, but whether or not she's comfortable with her body? Its true. And its all right here.

        Fun has to deal with why I'm comfortable with myself. Having fun makes me forget about what I had always hated about myself, and remind me that i have friends who love to be around me because of who I am, not what I can do or look like.