What do people say about me today?  I don’t know.  I didn’t feel like eavesdropping.  I do know that that people don’t like me having attention cause of my messed up knee and try to take that away from me.  Oh well.  I pull through everything and become loaded on pain pills while this other girl, no names, limps around and probably ALSO took pain pills.  I don’t care but it bothers me when I’m one; called things I’m not, and two; bothered or picked on things when other people aren’t.

I get that I’ not popular but guess what, I write lyrics and I’m happy with it.  I’m happy with who I am and what I do.  Not always but I am at this moment.  I’m not depressed, I’m quite happy.  I was depressed the other day when my brother said I couldn’t sing and that it made his ears bleed.  Oh well.  That’s his opinion compared to my friends.  Even my true friends don’t think I suck, they think I’m good.

~Baili-Ann