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People see me as this girl with everything in her life is always perfect. The class hates her because the teachers lover her and the teachers think that she is a hard worker. I just see a girl who has to be someone that everyone loves. But as each day passes my days get worse, I look in the mirror and see an image of a girl that I don't recognize. My hard work has made me happy in the past but know it just makes me sick to my stomach. Why can't I be like every other girl, who can get any guy she wants. I finally make the cheer team, but all I feel is myself playing a role for all to see.

My mornings start with my father waking me up because my irresponsible self forgets to charge my phone so my alarm doesn't go off. Sometimes I love having him wake me up because it help me know he is safe but on the mornings he wakes me up he see's a mess of a room.. it end with us fighting. I love my father, we do everything together but sometimes his yelling is just to much but it's how he lives. Each morning I wake up, and I wonder what this day will bring, I should know by now something bad is gonna happen. 

How can people think I have the greatest and perfect life, when in reality I am having so many metaphorical curve balls being thrown at me. What am i doing with my life? Why can't people like me for me? And why can't i find the perfect guy?

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 29, 2016 ⏰

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