It’s sick, twisted and warped. When I come into contact with it, I want to slam my head against a wall. Drama.
A raging wildfire of name-calling and back-stabbing. If a single person in this school hasn’t felt as though they have been caught in the black hole, I wish I was them. Drama made me change, and looking back, it was a blessing as well as a curse.
The real drama hit me the summer of eighth grade.
I had finally found some real friends, similar to the funny, imaginary friends kids make up. They do everything with you, and they’re always there when you need them. Unfortunately for me, a twist in the roller coaster had me falling out of my seat.
Wise people told me to watch out for ‘bad apples’ and keep my guard up, but my foolish mind told me there was nothing wrong. Your conscience kicks in when someone tries to loop you into something you shouldn’t or don’t want to do. I stupidly let people bring me down constantly, and I would simply laugh it off. For the longest time, I went along with it.
Just because someone says ‘jk’ after saying you’re an ‘anorexic freak’, doesn’t justify it. They said it, so the hurt was intentional. And hey, I knew what they said wasn’t true, and they knew it too. Somehow they thought it would be funny to say, I didn’t think so.
So I tried to pull myself out of the hole I dug. That summer, my friends and I couldn’t leave each other alone, constantly putting each other own. Drama doesn’t let victims go that easily. Struggles made my friends and I separate, so for several months of my freshman year, I felt alone. After months without my friends, people who had been putting me down previously seemed to fade away. My good friends, ones who didn’t go along with names and put downs, reconnected with me. I no longer feel alone.
I feel like when I find someone I want to call friend, my newly-sculpted judgment is likely to decipher good from bad. It’s like that drama hardened me, made me cautious to make new friendships and trust. I try to let drama go, if I don’t get involved in messed up games, then I don’t stress.
So I float. I stay away; floating around on the outside and choosing to separate myself from what goes on. The exception is when something changes what people think of me, I want people to know the real me. So if I am around the nastiness of guy grubbing, and someone blabs about something untrue, why not tell them? Take care of business.
When people you knew suddenly change, and decide to say things behind your back, the thing is, even behind your back, you can still hear it. Everything works its way back to you. When rumors fly about me being anorexic, I tell people straight up, whoever you get information from is a freaking fool. I think I would know if I had a serious disorder.
Apples to apples, it’s just like depression commercials, who does drama hurt? Everyone. Cheesy, but true. When people spread rumors, sometimes I want to scream, Newsflash: its childish stuff like this that makes kids take their lives. As much as I try and stay away, drama is always there. I have one last piece of advice: don’t let people’s screwed up comments and actions make you do something you will regret. Take it from a pro, drama is way overrated.
A raging wildfire of name-calling and back-stabbing. If a single person in this school hasn’t felt as though they have been caught in the black hole, I wish I was them. Drama made me change, and looking back, it was a blessing as well as a curse.
The real drama hit me the summer of eighth grade.
I had finally found some real friends, similar to the funny, imaginary friends kids make up. They do everything with you, and they’re always there when you need them. Unfortunately for me, a twist in the roller coaster had me falling out of my seat.
Wise people told me to watch out for ‘bad apples’ and keep my guard up, but my foolish mind told me there was nothing wrong. Your conscience kicks in when someone tries to loop you into something you shouldn’t or don’t want to do. I stupidly let people bring me down constantly, and I would simply laugh it off. For the longest time, I went along with it.
Just because someone says ‘jk’ after saying you’re an ‘anorexic freak’, doesn’t justify it. They said it, so the hurt was intentional. And hey, I knew what they said wasn’t true, and they knew it too. Somehow they thought it would be funny to say, I didn’t think so.
So I tried to pull myself out of the hole I dug. That summer, my friends and I couldn’t leave each other alone, constantly putting each other own. Drama doesn’t let victims go that easily. Struggles made my friends and I separate, so for several months of my freshman year, I felt alone. After months without my friends, people who had been putting me down previously seemed to fade away. My good friends, ones who didn’t go along with names and put downs, reconnected with me. I no longer feel alone.
I feel like when I find someone I want to call friend, my newly-sculpted judgment is likely to decipher good from bad. It’s like that drama hardened me, made me cautious to make new friendships and trust. I try to let drama go, if I don’t get involved in messed up games, then I don’t stress.
So I float. I stay away; floating around on the outside and choosing to separate myself from what goes on. The exception is when something changes what people think of me, I want people to know the real me. So if I am around the nastiness of guy grubbing, and someone blabs about something untrue, why not tell them? Take care of business.
When people you knew suddenly change, and decide to say things behind your back, the thing is, even behind your back, you can still hear it. Everything works its way back to you. When rumors fly about me being anorexic, I tell people straight up, whoever you get information from is a freaking fool. I think I would know if I had a serious disorder.
Apples to apples, it’s just like depression commercials, who does drama hurt? Everyone. Cheesy, but true. When people spread rumors, sometimes I want to scream, Newsflash: its childish stuff like this that makes kids take their lives. As much as I try and stay away, drama is always there. I have one last piece of advice: don’t let people’s screwed up comments and actions make you do something you will regret. Take it from a pro, drama is way overrated.
