Chapter 2

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Life is weird. You can have many friends that love you to death and still feel alone. You might have the best life at home, and walk alone in the hallways. You could even have amazing talents, and still feel worthless.
Of course, I am none of the above.
My family has lived in America for one-hundred years, so don't expect me to tell you about "how my parents had a tough life so they came to the US and now put too much pressure on me to become a doctor". Yes, my parents are traditional Hindus, so I wear the traditional langa voni. However, my parents encourage me to be whatever I choose. The only problem is, I haven't chosen, and do not want to choose. I want to live day by day. Personally, I wouldn't mind being a vagabond like my favorite characters from "Into the Wild". They are able to live their lives so easily. Selling books provides them enough to get by, which is exactly how I like it.
Alas, my parents have shot down my pursuit of majoring in "hippie studies".
As for school itself, my friends are few and far between. And of those friends, I hang out with zero of them outside of school. Call me introverted, but I am not interested in spending all of my free time doing asinine things like painting nails and checking my phone every 10 seconds. I guess a lack of friends is partially my fault, but it still exists.
Self confidence is also a big part of my strife. I try so hard to make myself feel pretty, but there is always something wrong with my appearance. I think it has turned into more of a mental dissatisfaction than having something physically incorrect. My hair might not lay exactly as it should, or my eyebrows are all askew, or my face itself is just wrong.
Of course, these factors, with moderate to severe depression, had lead me to considering my life, and everything that I hadn't accomplished.
I considered suicide.

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