I wasn't always blonde. No, back when I was normal and I was a happy little chunker chipmunk, I had sandy brown hair, and when the sun hit it just right, it got these caramel highlights in it. My mom said that people would pay big money for hair like that. I just don't see the point in it anymore. Blondes, after all, have more fun and not to mention they get all of the guys. The turning of blonde happened recently, as in yesterday. It's a sort of new beginning for me, you see. I'm switching schools, because my dad got this job at this college (he's a biology professor) and he is super super excited. Luckily, the move wasn't too far. Only a few towns over, approximately an hour and thirty minutes away. My few friends could still come by if they choose to (they won't) and that makes my mother happy. See, mother Wendy really worries about my social life, or lack thereof. She sets me up with friends via the circle of soccer mom moms at school and thrusts me into social events. It is because of this that I have learned and mastered the art of fake ass socializing. See, fake ass socializing is the thing that all of the popular girls anywhere on the face of the planet do- they pretend to care about your life aspirations and your dreams. Reality check, they actually don't give a flying fuck. This goes for anyone who fake ass socializes. They are usually only talking because they are forced to and are usually thinking about other things. In my case, it is usually about how much I want to cry when I'm around people. I am an extremely introverted person and I have been clinically diagnosed with social anxiety. Therefore being around people is a real problem and it makes me feel like I have asthma in that I forget how to breath and then oxygen doesn't get to my brain and I forget how to think and my thoughts get jumbled. So it's easier to put on a facade and assume the role of preppy cheerleader who fake ass socializes. It's easier that way for everyone. Except me. But then again, I've never really cared about myself, have I?
That was a rhetorical question. I know I hate myself.
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