Teenage Follower

*Life of a teenage follower*

Dear Friend,

What can I say? I'm not happy. No, I'm not depressed , I'm just not happy , it's different. I mean what reason is there to be happy? I get to see everyone's lives around me come together full of amazing stories while I just sit here listening wondering when I can go to sleep again.

Their stories full of heroic acts and insane adventures dance through the air while I worry about consuming less than 1,400 calories per day.

They have the kick-ass body with the amazing grades that come with a side of achieving everything including the hottest guys on this scummy Earth.

Believe me I know what I have is a large quality of jealousy, but how could I not when every single thing I try at I don't just fail I brutally slaughtered.

I will never reach the title of The Girl , the girls whose life tends to never fail and gets everything handed to them on a bright & shiny silver platter.

I do on the other hand claim the title of That Girl , that girls who's boobs are way too small , who can't do a simple algebra problem or move her hand in such way it creates some sort of master piece.

So I guess that's who I am, that girl who hopelessly attempts to turn my self into the girl.

Sincerely,
A teenage follower.