Introduction: Don’t skip reading this!

I hate them. I hate them all. my sister who gets away with everything and gets everything she wants and needs. My dad who favors my sister way more than he does me, and my mom who stands on the sidelines and watches it all! I was the first born, and sometimes I think I’m the accident child. The world doesn’t seem to understand my situation. I’m a no-body. Sometimes I thought that I stood out. I had something that was rare and I was good at showing it to everyone. But I soon realized that during another performance in front of a small crowd, no one was listening. Of course they heard me, but they didn’t listen. I had become known for my talent, I used it all the time. After a while, they tuned me out. It was like a rainy day after a long drought. Everyone loves the idea, but when it rains forty days and forty nights after that, people dread every time that the cloud shows its ugly face. Speaking of ugly face, I forgot to mention mine. My face is long, oval type. But it is round in an oval way which makes it look fat. I have no cheek bones and my nose looks like a log, or dare I say it, a penis. It doesn’t look natural against my face, and it’s the first thing you see. My eyes are black. Some would like to argue that they are just dark, dark brown. But I know better. I have dark long circles under my eyes. Some people say you get them because of lack of sleep or sun or for crying too much. Well I spend most of my time inside and I get at least 8 hours every night. So it probably has to do with crying. People say I am very beautiful, that I could get any guy I wanted. I’m standing here, my young life is half over and I haven’t had one single boyfriend. Not one. Not even a little crush on me. Fairytales happen to everyone except me. I like to read, mostly for that purpose. Books carry me into a fairytale world where I can live someone else’s life. Writing helps me do that, too. I can write about my alter ego. The one I wish I had. The life I wish I could live that only lives on paper. Actually, it never reaches paper. It stops at memory space on my computer, and then it gets deleted somewhere down the road. Music also helps me through. I can listen to any song and turn it into a fairytale dream. I take the lead singer or the main person that is being sung about and put me in its place. Then I let my mind wander on from there. I have an amazing imagination. It actually makes my boring-piece-of-dull-ugliness of a life seem somewhat-and-almost-entirely-sort-of glamorous.

I had no friends when I was growing up. The neighborhood kids hated me, my friends in school secretly hated me, and my friends now also secretly hate me. I have people who I hang out with, but no friends. They all treat me like shit, all of them. Although my standards are really high for boyfriends, even shallow bastards won’t even consider me a friend. Reading this you might think I’m just your normal teenager. But everything I believed in, everything I was good at, was taken from me by someone or everyone. I have nothing left inside me for me. I’m as hollow as a pipe, and everyone likes the pipe better than me.

So here’s the deal, I’m going to pretend that I am actually worth something. In the next few thousand (okay not that much..) pages I will write down what actually happens to me, but take out the dull and boring stuff and put the amazing glamorous glitter that my mind comes up with. I may even mix some things up a bit. Scramble some of the situations to make them seem actually enjoyable. What’s going to be the real stuff and what’s going to be the fake stuff?? Well, you’ll just have to read between the dust and glitter.