If you really knew me, maybe you'd like me more than my 'School Face' that I put on. You'd know that I could tell you all six hundred and forty six Pokemon, as well as their types.
You'd know that I don't get the respect I feel I deserve, and now know why. You'd know I cry more than any other teenage guy, from ages 13-19. You'd know I am not hilarious.
If you really knew me, you'd know I just do what everybody else does, like some robot. You'd know I am an actor, a singer, a
You'd know that all of my writing is self righteous and whiny, neither deep nor exciting. You'd know my writing is a call for help. A call which won't be answered because of the way I write. You'd know that I'm stressed to my neck in Mythology. Why my neck, I have no idea.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I play basketball, ping pong, tennis, and ultimate frisbee. You'd know I was raised in a sheltered life, and hearing someone say hell as a regular word was a shock. You'd know I've gotten desensitised to swearing, and now accept that people do it.
If you really knew me, you'd reach out to me, and you'd want to befriend me. You'd know I hide behind a creepy, nerdy, wimpy facade, hoping that no one will get close enough to me to see the horror's underneath.
You'd know I feel pride, but not that I'm better than anyone, but that everyone is better than me. If you really knew me, you'd know that I aspire to be perfect, or a teacher, whichever is better.
If you really knew me, you'd be
Thanks for a fun class.