I've been thinking lately- something that I don't do a lot. Why do people have stereotypes? Why are there some people that just immediately think 'Oh- she's this...he's that.' I. Hate. It. There's no plain reason to explain why in actuality I hate it...I just do. Is that wrong of me? Maybe- because I might just be my own worse enemy. But there's no story behind this- no reminder as to why I dislike people so much...just memories, I guess.

Oh yeah, seems childish to start it off that way- because- and I quote Taylor Swift 'I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.' No- it's not, the stuff I did wasn't nice...the person I was wasn't nice. She was a shadow of me...you know, like- the dark side? Yeah- it was the dark forbidden side that I hope no-one ever sees. I guess I'm still mean. I guess I have snarky comments that slip out at times but it was nothing to back then.

I was someone else- I was you know, the 'evil' Blair. Not the nice one that had a heart...the evil one- all because I tried to fit in. I've only been thinking of it lately because it's come to mind, but who I am hates who I've been. I wish that I was never that person.

I'm still not proud of what happened- of what I did back then...all the bullshit, the drama. The wasted tears and time to build up friendships that would obviously never last. Maybe going back to my old school is a bad idea- because it brings it all back- all the feelings that I still hold. It's evil, it's idiotic...I can't stand it. It's like a barrier, an aura that makes me realise the dried tears in my eyes- the non-existant tears in my eyes. It hurts...and sometimes I can't stand it.

It's like a pencil mark, you can rub it out all you want...but it'll always be there, a tiny vague mark that brings back the small of memories. Being at my new school, meeting my new friends- made me realise just how much I love me. The real me- not that old one...I guess that standing out is way better than fitting in.