Dillusion.

I felt I was blooming, because I felt accepted.

Then, I lost some stupid popularity contest for a plastic crown and a title that no one will remember, and I suddenly felt wilted. Or drowned.

Needless to say, I have a lot to learn.

And I am blooming. But, I can't bloom based on anyone's standards, but my own.

I'll always be the tall, blonde, gangly, awkward kid I was in the 7th grade, but I have people that love me for it.

That's a nice feeling.

Thanks for being one of them.