Im laying on a bed.
My head is where my feet should be and my feet are where my head should be.
The shades are drawn, allowing only a sliver of light to appear through the cracks in the blinds.
I wonder what it feels like to be her. Constantly given affection and praise. Always being the center of attention. To have everything handed to you on a silver platter. To love yourself so much that you literally have no flaws. To wake up without hating what you see in the mirror.
I wonder what its like to have her problems. Problems so minuscule to the rest of the world. Problems that always end up fixing themselves in her favor. Problems that are so quickly solved for the need for her to be happy (her parents)is too strong. Problems that are constantly talked about despite what others around her are going through.
I wonder what its like to have such a shitty, awful, conceited personality. A personality that no one else seems to notice. A personality that is forgotten about because her "looks" make up for it. A personality that always puts her on the upper hand. A personality that puts the people closest to her down. A personality that is so fucking dreadful to be around.
Sorry.
The sun is really bright so I opened my blinds. It feels really nice. I'm smiling.