You have blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.
You work at Coffee Boy's coffee shop.
You were a normal, popular girl in high school.
You always glanced at me in the hallways because of the rumors and the gossip about me. You are my friend somehow.
I don't know for some odd reason you like having conversations with me. You have a boyfriend and got your dental assistant certificate.
You have a couple of friends from high school. I have an army I made myself. I have big dreams with emotional scars and you are trying to get through life with your homeostasis. We live in two totally different worlds. You have a trust fund and I have to work for my paycheck. What is it like to be normal? Because I don't know what popularity feels like. What are your best battle strategies? Because I need to know what kind of ally you are. I don't trust people easily because people like you abandon people like me when it doesn't benefit you. I inherently don't trust popular people with my dark secrets because they are complete idiots to grim realities.