The things we do to be wanted :/

We've all been there and don't sit there and shake your head like your perfect because you know that you are not.

We have all fallen victim to doing anything and everything to be wanted by those around us "the in crowd" or the "cool kids" that could earn you some bogus status that others honor. Well, you know what its all crap.

I've tried my hardest in the past to be noticed not by boys who might have thought I was a pretty face but by anyone willing to talk to me and listen to what I said. Even to this day, I find myself unknowingly trying to locate the attention.

Don't feel bad, we all need attention, do not say you don't because we all do its a part of our written biology we are programmed to be social and crave the attention, for someone to notice us, in any way is important and gives us that "feel good."
Is there a point where it's pushed too far, and we become labeled from this crave, selfish, attention whore. Yes there is.

Oh.. Yeah, I said that because girls I have known growing up have been branded with that label for years. We want to be wanted, but we are judged for it.?? In what way is that right.

I have bent over backward for people I thought were my friends, I've been used and walked over until I grew up and my backbone became stronger, and I took control and realized that these people were only around me for their personal gain. ( Not in my best interest)

Okay, the moral of this not so great written post is to tell you to be yourself!. Well duh because you are awesome being the true you and also not to fight for "friends". The actual ones will find you, and you'll be glad you waited. Life is not one big race that we need to beat others in. It's about enjoying what we have and all the people that appreciate us and love us unconditionally.

Thanks,
Maddie.

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