Falling into Emotional pieces.

Hey. This is just to get my feelings out of my system. Sometimes, life can be a bitch. But, being only 13, means there's not too much to talk about. No sex, no drugs, etc... So I guess to most people being 13 years old isn't really you're "golden year" anyways.

By going to the Blasi's birthday party yesterday, I felt almost alone. No one I knew was there, and the people I did know didn't want to be around me. After moving to London, I hadn't seen anyone for a while. The girls used to be wearing sweatshirts and jeans, to looking like they were wearing a stuffed bra and a cocktail dress with mini heels at 13. It was the resurrection of Barbie. 

But... rejection feels weird. And here I am, being a weird socially awkward freak who needs to blog about how they feel. Maybe this will eventually help me in some way. At most moments I feel like I'm not good enough for the people around me, and that hurts. I'm just being me, and obviously I'm not comfortable with that at times. 

Sure, I'm "one of those girls" who can eat like a 300 pound man, but be as skinny as a model (hate on my now and forever hold your peace). My problem is my face. Part of the reason that my blog is called "that acne girl," kind of speaks for itself. Somehow, it's unescapable. No matter what I do or try, it won't blow over or even go away for a little bit. I'm not sure how it manages to stay around, but it sure as hell keeps me from being in with anyone who's "cool."

Anyways... we can talk later. 

I.G