Boston, Mass. Welcomes you

I Am A

A's P.O.V.

I'm A, it's short for Allison. I'm not supposed to tell you that. I'm 18 now, and since Em (Why do we have two M/Em's) has told me to like so an annoying little short paragraph about my life. I will do so, but I'm complaining. Mostly because they don't say good things about me. They say I steal their attention or something. I try to okay. I mean M is the smart one. God I hate how perfect she makes everything. She fixes broken toys, I want to be able to fix people. She has this tragic amazing back story. It's like she's a fanfic. Then theirs Em. She's quiet. I mean when we were little she was so happy wearing bright colors and singing and dancing. She was always making people happy or annoyed. I hated her for it. She was smart yet to dumb to realize she didn't need to be pretty to make people smile. Which I hated. I ditched her, but for a good reason. She made me feel less.

I'm not the bad guy. I'm not the pretty friend. I'm not anything in their way they just want someone to blame for their problems. I didn't infect them with depression. I didn't make their anxiety. I am not the reason for their problems. As far as I'm concerned. M has a douche dad and a sanity slipping mom. Em had an abusive dad and a slut mom. I don't have a sad heartbreaking back story. I have grown up fine. I've gone through almost I can't remember how many boyfriends. I always just fall outta love. It's not my fault they can't accept it. I'm not the bad guy. This last one he made me fall so hard then it just stopped. He showed me drugs. I can't deny I am addicted.

So this is pretty much my life.

I grew up in the town I held so highly. I met a girl named Em friended her. Ditched her for two years, and befriended her again in sixth. In seventh my family life was finally going to shit and their was nine people in my house. That same year I had met M and got my aunt's daughter's ex-boyfriend to date me, but dumped him the same year. Em and M are doing things without me while I talk to this boy I've met in the Internet. Their are still nine people in my house and I've made Em's guy best friend fall in love with me.

I have so much drama. Ugh.