Envy.
Jealousy.
As much as I admired Rye.
I was jealous of her.
To the point I felt annoyance towards her.
Failing grades.
Shoulder-length blond hair.
Acne.
Bandages.
Green eyes.
Chapped lips.
Dark circles under my eyes.
The only sport I do, if it's even considered a sport, is skateboarding.
That's all.
That's all.
I often wished I was her.
Skinny and pretty.
Praised for such good marks.
As much advice that i've given out to others, I can never apply it to myself.
