Looking Back
I was never one of those bad children. One that you knew would end up on the back of a milk carton. Although I’m not, I’d rather be. I was never one of those girls. As I walked down the halls I would give those girls dirty looks to those girls and I roll my eyes and wonder how they became a wreck. I always came to the conclusion they were born in to imperfection. They were always that way. Since the day their mothers held their new born bodies they were sworn to a horrible reputation. As I walked away I would think “Oh I’ll never be that.” I was the good girl. Although I wasn’t the nicest girl, I went to church, I believed in god whole heartily. My religion was the insides of me; maybe that’s why I thought I was promise to an ideal future. I didn’t believe in drugs or alcohol, and for the longest time; I was against alcohol. I believed you were pathetic if you turn to those things to feel approved by your peers. I now I realized I was a hypocrite of myself today, Polar-opposites. I was judgmental, arrogant, and felt my morals were the paramount of all morals. But at the time I hadn’t lived the life I lived. I was green, new, innocent, and most of all; inexperienced.
Anyway, just thought I tell you.
