The epilogue for my first drafted story

So what if I party? So what if I drink? So what if I kiss with people who aren't my boyfriend? So what if I have fun?
God people, calling me a skank won't make you prettier. Look at yourself, what makes you think you're better than me. Going out doesn't equal to failing a test. Having fun doesn't equal to not doing homework. And smoking up doesn't equal to stoner..

I am balancing my life out. I'm an A student, and it takes work. But I can't just waste my life away studying... That's not living. We're all gonna die, so why worrying so much. Maybe I'm not as deep as you are, or maybe you just don't know me at all. I wish you all could just stop judging me and accept me for who I am. Although I'm used to the judgements, doesn't mean it's not hurt anymore.
But look at all the flying fucks I give. You're making me famous bitchez.

To be honest, I feel so empty, so hollow sometimes. Let alone loneliness... Is this normal to feel this way?
Hope life will get better. Off to do English..