//Oneshot Book (Vent and Requests)//

Highschool

Highschool wasn't a hellhole.
People didn't go around throwing punches or shoving nerds into lockers.
But it was still one of the worst places for me to be.

As far as I know, karma doesn't exist. Bad things happen and evil people get away. No matter how nice, friendly or forgiving you are, you won't get anywhere with a face like that. Spots, blemishes, patches and bumps. No amount of hideous makeup can lift your self esteem. Everyone is so desperate to fit in, they forget who they are. Carbon copies. You hang out with people not because you like them, but because anyone else would make you stand out.

Blank.

Blank minds, blank hearts blank aspirations.
If you want to fit in,

Don't be yourself.

You are boring.
You are ugly.
You are not good enough.
Become someone else.

I've heard those words so many times, I've repeated them myself.
But somehow we survived.

We are still us.

But that clearly didn't last.