Chapter 2 - Mexico

Never win first place, I don't support the team
I can't take direction, and my socks are never
Clean
Teachers dated me, my parents hated me
I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin'
Right

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

I wanna be somebody else, yeah

La told me, you'll be a pop star,
All you have to change is everything you are.
Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears
She's so pretty, that just ain't me

Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe me
Somethin
A day in the life of someone else?
Cuz I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe me
Somethin
A day in the life of someone else?
Don't let me get me

Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

I sat on the plane listening to Pink blaring in my headphones. Slowly Mexico approached closer and closer. I ran my fingers through my hair. Part of me longed for the familiarity of home but part of me was excited for the unknown that was approaching closer and closer.

When the song "Don't Let Me Get Me" came on I felt as though I could truly relate. I didn't like myself. It somehow suited me although I would never admit that to anyone I felt that I was my own worst enemy. Eventually I managed to push my self-hating thoughts out of my head as Mexico came into clear view.

The plane landed and we all loaded off the plane. Soon we were in a bus with a bunch of other people who were going to resorts. I sat next to my grandma nibbling on her jellybeans because she said I could have some and I had finished all mine already.

We arrived at the resort and I was startled by how amazing it looked. As my dad checked in my brothers and I sipped on some non-alcoholic pineapple drinks. Soon we were beckoned forward and got our bands. My brothers and I got white bands and my parents and grandma got white ones.

After we found Tulum, the section where our rooms were, we dumped our bags and headed back out to get some snacks and drinks. As I sat listening to University aged students goofing around I wished that I could have such a friendship here but I didn't expect anything.


Almost a year and half has passed since my eventful trip to Mexico and now I am almost afraid of one word. Whenever I meet anyone named David I become startled and feel a strange sense of déjà vu and can't say anything to him. I shouldn't be terrified of a name because in the wise words of Shakespeare "What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

I am also terrified of a certain type of glitter. I can't take "Claire's cosmetics scented roll on glitter." But what is it really, just water, propylene, glycol, polyethylene terephthalate, polysorbate 20, acrylates copolymer, carbomer, fragrance, triethanolamine, midazolidinyl urea, methylparaben, tetrasodium edeta, and propylparaben. None of those ingredients are in themselves terrifying but it has been said that scent is the strongest link to memory. Trust me, the scented roll-on glitter I have has quite a scent and quite some memories.

In fact I grabbed mine from back then and opened it and holy smokes, hello memories. I'm almost high off of the incredibly affect it has over me. Wouldn't you know, he had to go wreck everything for me?