Am I really that ugly?

Some people won't look at me.
If you know that you're the culprit, right now you probably don't care, but in all seriousness, it matters to me. I hate it when people just avert their eyes when you're there and avoid you like the plague. What am I, like contagious? I'm pretty sure you can't catch stupidity.

Other than worrying about if I look like a cross between the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Elephant Man, college is boring at the moment.
Not alot of work, except in maths.

Well basically, sixth form is really quite a doss at the moment.
I mean seriously, 7 free periods?!
I might as well not turn up at all.

All this free time has not, however been spent doing any work whatsoever.
I have just been mulling about things and gossiping like crazy. I mean, some girls at Smith's Wood are seriously Plastic.
They turn up with their fake tan, their horse hair and false attitudes and I just wish that I hadn't come back here to sixth form. They truly make me hate being around the new college.

I, seriously, just try to avoid them as much as possible when walking around. It's just lucky that the years are separate, otherwise I'd see them more often.
Is there a need for 3 layers of orange foundations and completely straightened hair. What time did you get up, like 5?

Anyway, you're probably thinking that on some subconscious level I'm jealous.
And I possibly am.
But who cares?
They may be prettier than me, and have better bodies and hair than me, and may even be smarter than me, but I dress how I like and feel comfortable.
If I decided to come to school in a bin liner, my friends would still talk to me.
And most importantly, I am relatively happy with the direction my life is going in at the moment.

Good times!