The year is 2015, and yet far from what the creators of 'Back to th Future' imagined for us. No hover boards or quirky outfits, just stuck up snobs and 'swag fags'. I, myself am a social reject, a freak, a weirdo, and some how I'm okay with that. Ironically I guess you could say I'm not really a 21st century teenager, born in the yester-year of 1998, does that mean am I 90's kid too?. The world has honestly gone completely bonkers, and just 3 days away from my 17th birthday I often question my own existence. I'm not pretty or intelligent, funny or kind hearted, I'm a socially awkward 5ft 7 brown haired 'rock child'; who's bestfriends are an iPad mini and McDonalds' 99p cheese burgers. I have little friends and perhaps that's because I choose tranquility over boring stereotypical 'peers'. I've not always been like this, only since I hit my 14th birthday, I felt a burdan and instead of engaging in conversation I simply listened, eventually I stopped listening and became irrelevant, as irrelevant as Motorolla in the current tech battles, I blended into my sheepish purple school uniform. I stopped existing. Like over 40% of British teenagers, school was excushiatingly painful. A target for bullies, I kept my mouth shut, I only really survived school because of my irrelevance, "anyone not here today?" "Only Mollie, miss".
At 16 years old, on a Saturday night, I once again find myself alone in my room, tucking into an extra large bag of tangy Doritos. Although don't pity me, I chose this life right? Well... No exactly.
An A level student, I'm absolutely hating it, the lessons are drab, the teachers just as worse. I started as an naïve little nipper, quick to learn. However everything around began to once again collapse beneath my feet. Stability is something we all take for granted, me, I can't say I've ever felt it.
Wandering around on my own account is where you'll often find me, marching to the best of my own drum, some may say. I prefer the term of 'lone wolf', allows me to feel some what empowered by my unusual situation.
Unusual for you, every day to me. So what really is the point of our existence? To be told how to look and act by the cool kids.
'Nah mate fuck that'
Be yourself, no matter how different you are, how you prefer to spend your time, who you prefer to talk to. After all, we all came out a vagina.
