Chapter One" The Less The Communication, The Less The Conflicts"

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"Our backs tell stories, no books have the spine to carry"

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Why to live with humans?
That's a question I always ask my self, why have friends? Why have parents or even siblings? These are questions I really can't find the answer for. I have been living my 18 years of life all on my own, no friends or family members. To be honest, I am happy and satisfied  with the way my life is. Moreover, I see people around me, I see the conflicts they face with their friends and family, which makes me accept and be more satisfied by
the way I am.

In my school, I've seen two best friends for a couple of a good number of years and then suddenly I find them not even looking at each other. I see parents scolding their kids causing chaos in my school due to a mistake caused by the kid. I see girls crying a river due to harsh break ups.

I believe the more the communication with people, the more the conflicts.

I opened my eyes slowly afraid of the sheen of sunlight that I can feel directed towards  my eyes. As I open my eyes, I close them again, this time squeezing them because of yawning. I sat up and supported my posture on my bed, grabbed my phone to open up Instagram.

I do believe that people are not much needed for life except for services, however I due enjoy catching up with what's new with Celebrities and people I know in my school. I never got the guts to post even one picture of myself, I don't like or share any images or videos I see, such actions can bring people into your life.

Yes, I like to be invisible.

I opened up my feeds, found an image of a Starbucks coffee posted by Hannah, the popular girl in my school, the total opposite of myself. She has long blond straight,smooth hair, blue eyes, pink lips and a fit curvy body. All the boys in my school literally drool when they see her. Of course, since she has the spotlight directed on her all the time she wears clothes that would make not only one spotlight directed on her but the whole school. I do believe that she is pretty, but I see thats it all fake. She puts make up all over her face all the time, full make up actually, eyeliner, mascara, red rouge, powder, foundation and blush. I don't even understand when do such girls have the time and get the energy to do all this in the morning. I feel  dead when I wake up.

I scrolled through my Instagram for a few more minutes and then stood up to get ready for school, it was already 7 o'clock. I looked at my mirror to meet up with my appearance. My hair was in a defiant messy bun, even some locks of wavy brown hair were already out of the bun and baby hair were all over the place. My hazel eyes were sleepy and tired, while I can smell my stinky mouth breath. I wore my Winnie the Pooh slippers, yes I love Winnie, and walked to my bathroom. I rose my hand to pull out the hair tie that tied up my bun, to cause my wavy brown hair to fall all over my back and reach above my bum. I held my hair straight up again to remake my bun, so that I can wash my face and brush my teeth, with no hair getting in the way. I opened the water faucet and kneeled down with some water in both my hands to wash my face, I washed my face twice with water and then dried it with a smooth blue towel. I then, took my blue toothbrush, applied some paste and started brushing my teeth. When I felt that it was enough, I stopped brushing them and washed my mouth and toothbrush.

I got out of the toilet after closing the door and light behind me. I grabbed my phone to put on some music while I dress up, I chose the song Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara. I love this song, it fits exactly with what I think about make up and all the fake products. Just be who you are and show your natural beauty.

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