Teenage Expectations:A big group of friends, sneaking out of my house, making out, late nights under the stars, crying on my best friend's shoulder, passing notes in class, going on adventures, getting out of my town, campfires, telling secrets, feeling what it's like to fall in love, not caring about how you look, not caring about people's opinions, road trips, parties, driving around, getting lost, endless laughter, happiest years.
Teenage Reality:Feeling lonely, staying in, waking up early, going to school, worrying about your looks, worrying about your weight, crying over people's crudeness, crying far too often, school, homework, bitches, people trying to ruin things in your life to make you unhappy, being stressed, trapped in the town I hate, feeling nothing remotely close to love, keeping every little emotion bottled up, spending too much time on the internet, waiting for the better years to come to you.
When I say I'm ugly. I’m serious. At times, don’t get me wrong, I think I’m a bit decent looking. But overall, I think I’m so unattractive. I’m not fishing for compliments. There are so many stunning girls, I can’t even compare. Whatever they do, whether it’s making silly faces, anything, they’re still pretty while doing it. I wish I was more appealing. Honestly.
I have such a problem with secondhand embarrassment that if I’m watching something and a character does something that I find even the littlest bit embarrassing I have to either mute the TV or plug my ears and avert my eyes. It makes me really anxious.