  Ok, so I have been analyzing the same incident all day in my head and I have yet to make up my mind. It’s been replaying like a disgustingly catchy song lyric all day (“ My baby don’t mess around/ Because she loves me so/ And this I know fo’ so’ ”) I am going crazy. Girl: (whispers) That’s her! That’s Anna! Right there! Boy: Oh!
Girl: That’s her! (points at me) I was so stunned at these two people, who I don’t actually know, that I couldn’t manage to say anything. It must be what fringe celebrities feel like (“ Look! That’s Dustin Diamond! Right there !”). I simply cannot understand why this happened.
I’m a very uninteresting person. I’m not especially well-known. I don’t have any spectacular physical traits. Or a drug problem, any form of a pregnancy, I’m not a victim or hazing or rape or anything that would define me as whisperable material. I am painfully average. And that is why I simply can not understand why these two kids were so excited ( !!
) to see me. ---------------------------- Schoolwork is mounting atop me like a gigantic Everest of busywork. I feel so stupid, so incredibly fucking stupid , in every class I am in. There are so many people with these incredible talents- people with charisma, taste, artistic skill, musical know-how- and I am drowning in a theoretical pool of average. It wouldn’t even matter to what I could be good at; fucking bobsledding would be an improvement. People are so easily defined by what they do; play a game of basketball—you’re an athlete.
Paint a picture—you’re an artist. It’s these categorizations that I think might make me more secure. Something to that effect, anyhow. I just want to be someone. I’m terribly particular about who . Affectionately… Anna 
