Notes By A Stranger

1.1

Never once in my life have I cut myself.

That's an accomplishment. I can bet I may possibly have some worse life comparison than a lot. Not saying you because I have no clue what you've been through. But you'll see.

I have one friend who talks about her difficult life all the time.

Here's her life: she doesn't do her chores. Her dad yells at her. He's slapped her across the face two times in her entire life and that was when she swore at him or got majorly lippy with him.

That's it.

And she cuts herself.

LIKE BITCH TF HAHHAAAAA.

She gets everything she wants. She has a god damn hover board of that says anything.

Right? Ridiculous.

It's so hard not to tell her to shut up and tell her all of my life problems again.

She already knows my life is very not good yet try's to compare every aspect of herself to me. I don't know why.

I'll say, "I think my butt looks good today."

And she'll say: "mines bigger and better" and laughs.

Like, k, but I wasn't asking you about your ass, I was just saying mine looked good, stfu hoe.

So, when she says: "this shirt makes my boobs look great."

I say: "same. Although mine are like huge anyways so it doesn't matter they always look good but yeah."

And she looks so angry. It's so satisfying.

See, I'm one of those lucky girls with an ass and tits and I'm not overweight but i gots me a lil chub.

But because of my face, guys I find attractive don't look my way.

Oh god, this bitchh has acne, stay away.

I think that's what they're thinking.

I'm totally getting off track.

Anyways, she compares her life to mine.

So, since I can't tell her every aspect of my life, I can be anonymous on Wattpad and tell you instead.

(Me internally saying, "there is no one.")

Just because my body is good, doesn't mean my life is.

Let's start when it went to hell.

Third grade.

Yep. I was 9 years old when I had to grow up.

My childhood was practically stolen away from me.

See, I had gotten head lice in third grade (oh fuck she nasty asf gotta blast because she had a normal human thin happen to her six years ago) and I have hella mad thick hair so it jaunt wouldn't go away.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months and I couldn't get rid of it.

Finally, we got rid of it on the last god damn week of school.

I had missed 5 months. Because of so, my mathematics would have to suffer for many years to come because I hadn't learned a good portion of basic math.