IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: If you have already been reading this story, reread. I have done major revisions.
I've changed quite a bit over the last few months. I've always been an outcast, seriously bullied and depressed. I'm still all that but I've taken up a new style. My outfits have been sort of preppy, a lot of pink. Now, I've fallen for the punk rock style although I'm not into labeling myself.
I'm still mad at some of my friends, or should I say ex-friends. All junior year they were incredibly rude. Maria is the one I'm most mad at. She's the worst kind of bully, the kind that pretends to be your friend and then treats you like crap. Like the time she invited me to work in her group for a school project. The maximum number of people in a group was three and she kicked me out so her boyfriend, Aaron, could work with her. I had to get special permission to work alone on that project.
Senior year is approaching, should I forgive these people? Give them a chance to prove they've changed? Or should I be cold to them as they have been to me? I really don't know.
But this isn't the only thing I'm confused about. I went to a No Doubt concert this summer and a girl hit on me. I questioned my sexuality before but figured out I was straight, now I'm questioning it again. How many times do I have to go through a questioning period before I figure out my true sexuality?