On the Other Side of Pretty

Sometimes I feel like I’m nothing.

Well… it’s not really a feeling — it’s a fact.

I look at other people my age, and deep down, I wish I could be like them.

I spend the whole day rotting in bed, overthinking things that never happened… or happened a long time ago.

I’d give anything to be the "cool" girl at school — the one with cute piercings, who plays an instrument, who has tattoos, and who turns heads wherever she goes.

I even wish I could drink alcohol or smoke that green stuff.

But this is who I am — or maybe, who I chose to be: someone who dreams about clouds, who loves the idea of becoming a mom and building a family, and who finds joy in playing Roblox, reading, or writing.

It’s beautiful in its own way…

but from this side, it’s also really lonely.