Who would've known.

I never thought that I'd actually consider starting a blog. It's only a matter of time before people from school find out and gossip about it behind my backs. I don't really mind really, what people are saying behind my back. I mean yeah, sometimes it gets to me but I'm slowly learning not to care since I'm the person that they're talking about. They don't know me well enough to start spreading rumors. A majority of the time, what they're saying is probably fake anyway. All I need is to know who I am, what I stand for, and what is right and wrong about myself. 

People can believe what they want. They can believe the lies that others spout from their mouth. If a person attempts to clear their name out of innocence and they aren't believed, then the people who are misjudging them are at loss.

I hate people like that. People who believe all this made up shit by others but when they ask the person that the rumor is about whether or not it's true don't believe them. Like, seriously, what the hell is the point in asking that person then if you don't believe what they say?

Is it because the truth isn't fancy enough to your liking? Is it because believing the lies you hear makes life so much more exciting? 

What a piss off.