At the end of every storm there's a rainbow...or so she thought?

The life of a girl like me.

Hi, I'm y/n. I honestly don't know where to even begin since there's nothing interesting about me but I'll try. Ever since I was four I've kinda known I would turn out to be nothing. I didn't play with toys or any of that, I kinda just sat there. I was always awkward. It doesn't really bother me though. I try my hardest not to blend in but it's kinda hard when you go to a boarding school and everyone wears the same thing. I try curling my hair, styling it, straightening it, and almost every damn thing I can do. It never works. That's when I stopped trying. So now I'm just here. "Is this all my life has become? Will it always be like this? When will this endless loop of emptiness just stop?" I ask myself that everyday. It's not that I'm not happy, it's just that I don't see a reason to live if I'm basically treated like a ghost. Well there is something interesting about my life. There's a boy. His eyes shimmer in the sun like gold almost. He's basically perfect. I know nothing would ever happen between us considering he doesn't know my name yet but I still get excited thinking about him. I know, I know, it's pathetic. Trust me, I've realized that too.

Love; an intense feeling of deep affection.

I have a strong feeling that love is more than that. I believe it's about being the other person's reason for waking up in the morning or feeling like your floating whenever your with them, or holding their hand through everything and never letting go.

I read too many romance novels.

Honestly, the worst part of my day is going to sleep and wondering how good my life could be if I was just... different. If I was more out-going, and prettier, but I'm not. I never will be.
I don't hate myself, I hate the fact that I'll never truly be happy.

9:37 pm

I sat up and watched tv for about five minutes while eating my dinner. It was the same thing I made every. Single. Night. I wasn't that good of a chef or a chef at all really. I couldn't even get the directions right for a cookie recipe. It's fine though.

*buzz buzz*

I had gotten a text. I rarely ever got texts since my mom was my only contact and she hated me or I thought she did. She had to have hated me since she dropped me off in this shitty boarding school and never looked back.

I looked at the message while slurping my ramen up and it was from an unknown number. I blocked them. Probably spam or something.

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Next morning- 6:00 am

I groaned as I stopped my loud alarm from ringing in my ear anymore. I checked the time and it was 6:00 am. What the hell- why so early. I realized I must have set the alarm to 6:00 am instead of pm. I had an assembly thingy at 6:00 pm but I was free the rest of the day. I tried going back to sleep but nothing was working.

Stupid alarm.

I got my phone out since I couldn't go to sleep. I have a habit of checking my phone every day for messages even though I know I'll never get any. Until I saw three notifications. I pressed on my iMessage icon and saw it was from the same number.

Unknown number:
Hey I go to your school..

Unknown number:
I know you don't know me, but I know you.

Unknown number:
Please answer back.. I just wanna talk.

Hey guys that's all for today's episode. Have a good day. (All photos from Pinterest)