I still remember the sting of being called 'Professor Klutz' by my classmates. I'd laugh along with them, but deep down, it hurt. Despite that, I've learned to shrug it off. At lunchtime, I'd often sit with my two closest friends. We'd share stories and jokes, and for a brief moment, I'd forget about the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere.
If they were absent, I'd sit alone on the terrace stairs, lost in thought. People might think I'm lonely or bitter, but the truth is, I'm just grateful for the friends I do have. I've always tried to be kind and supportive, even if I don't always get it right. They're my rock, my confidants, and I cherish them.
I've come to realize that I'm actually happy with my small circle of friends. Having too many people around can be overwhelming, and sometimes, it feels like they're suffocating me. I know it sounds weird, but being alone can be incredibly liberating. I can finally breathe, think, and just be myself without fear of judgment.
Don't get me wrong, I love my friends dearly, but I also cherish my alone time. It's like my own personal sanctuary, where I can recharge and refocus. In a way, being alone has taught me to appreciate the beauty of silence, the comfort of solitude, and the joy of simplicity. It's funny, people always say that having lots of friends is the key to happiness, but for me, it's the opposite. Having a few genuine friends and plenty of alone time is what truly makes me happy.
Relationships? No, thank you. At least, not yet. I'm a bit too picky, even when it comes to friendships. I've never really had a close male friend, and whenever I try to talk to guys, it's always so... formal. They're polite, but distant. I've wondered if it's even possible to have a genuine, friendly connection with a guy. Maybe I'm just too idealistic, or maybe I've just been reading too many romance novels.
That's why my friends call me a 'delulu' girl - always living in my own little fantasy world. And honestly, it's not so bad. In my imagination, I've got a whole crew of friends, guys and girls, who love and accept me for who I am. We have sleepovers, go on adventures, and share our deepest secrets. It's a busy life, but it's mine, and it's perfect.
Sometimes, I get so caught up in my daydream that I forget what's real and what's not. But hey, being a delulu girl has its perks. At least in my imagination, I'm never alone, and I've always got someone to turn to.
As I sit here on the stairs, I realize that summer is just around the corner, and my final year of high school is about to begin. Honestly, I'm not thrilled about it - last year was a struggle, and I know I need to stay focused and keep my studies on track.