Three days a week i pretend to be someone i'm not.
I dress up, i plaster on make-up and fiddle around with my hair.
But for what? To simply fit in it seems. To make my day just that little bit easier.
But sometimes i think i'm not the only one. Sometimes i think the whole class is at it; all sitting there, trying to say the right things, come out with the right reactions, join in with the moaning which seems the right thing to moan about purely because others are. It like one big circle.
Get the pieces on their own, and they are different. Their real personaities comes out. Their fears and dreams. How they worry about their families, see where their friends are making the wrong choices.
Why does socitiy make us like this? Make us behave differently just because we think it will make us get on better with other people? Everyone does, in every group of people, even if they are all best friends. Just tiny details.
I have only seen one person who falls outside of this, if only for a few moments. In her pictures she captures what she is really thinking - feeling. looking through them today, i think everyone should do the same. It gives a chance to just let your real self show and shine - when i am at college and really talking to the girls, it shows some of them are lovely. It's such a shame they are hidden.
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