A successor of unfortunate events

chapter one - intro

Today was a day like them all.
Wake up, live your daily habits and go back to sleep. Unsatisfied and craving more than life can give. They say getting good grades and a good career will ensure you a bright future. But are all of those wasted years worth the 'happiness' of adulthood. Attempting to persuade my stubborn mind any different is a hard and repetitive chore.
But what purpose can my anticipation do?

Overthinking was something I tend to do often, especially about small things. I can be bitter if I overthink more than I can help. Which happens regularly.
I enter my room to the intoxicating, putrid smell of rotting flowers. I open my book to reveal a pressed flower, oozing out spoiled plant sap, this flower was a perfect metaphor for my life.
It was a depressing day at the beach. The sun beating down on my head as I am surrounded by people laughing, almost as if they were boasting. The hot slate blistered my feet as I wandered along the rock pools.
I liked being at the the oceans edge, the smell of salt water always cleared my mind. As I wandered along, I found a single pink rose, half buried in the yellow coarse sand. It was obvious the flower had been throw about in the tide and had washed up on the beach, bruised and broken.

Every time I see a lonesome flower, it saddens my heart. To think the beauty of this one flower was wasted and left behind. I would relate to this flower but I am a hideous excuse for beauty.
I always envied those beautiful 'vogue' girls with their picturesque bodies and faces that had no flaws. I always thought about how many bouquets they received. And the sad reality, the only thing I got close to it was a putrid flower.