Difference.

“People treat me different but I’m still the same person. I don’t know what it means, I just know that it’s worth it.” - Childish Gambino

The boys just left to go back to Anderson for the weekend. You know, for the Hanna-Westside game and what not.. I’m staying here obviously.

For one thing, my mom is coming up here tomorrow to visit and drop a few things off. She’s actually going to Carowinds with her boyfriend, but where I’m at is pretty much right along the way.

I don’t really expect people to notice that I’m gone or even mention me (holy shit this sounds depressing) but that’s not the only reason I didn’t go back. This isn’t some shit I’d rather say on Twitter, but honestly, the reason I didn’t go back to Anderson is because I’m a nobody there. The people that fucked with me aren’t there anymore..and I’ve gotten tired of taking up space. Here in Rock Hill, I’m a new face, but so is everyone else. I don’t have to see the broad I can’t stand in multiple classes everyday, the same way I don’t have to deal with the incompetent niggas that weren’t even capable of burning a CD.

It’s like..even people that barely even know me like me already. I mean, c’mon, our SECOND NIGHT here we were kicking it with 8 down ass girls. But more recently? I was in the elevator and this guy just started talking to me, commenting on my necklace and how/where he bought his from. Gave me props on my style and what not. Earlier today, I left my writing class and heard some girl call my name.. “Johnathan, right?” and we had lunch together. And just now I came up from doing laundry where this girl sat in my lap and told me about her night and such. I don’t know.. It’s just a great feeling to have someone actually wanting to talk to me.

Sigh.

I’m not necessarily saying fuck the people back home.

I’m just saying fuck the way they treated me.