Let’s play the “who has it worse” game- I’ll go first.
I peed my pants in kindergarten,
I was made fun of because I didn’t wear a bra till fifth grade and
I barely could keep up with the latest trends!

Are these too easy, cause I can make it worse? Okay, I’ll bump it up a few notches.
I lost my childhood dog in sixth grade,
I was called fat for most of my K-12 life, and
I had to work in customer service throughout high school.

Still not bad enough? Okay, next round every time I list something relatable, take a shot of *****, neat.

My father left my family when I was 10 to work in Utah for the next seven years and we rarely saw him,
my younger brother abused me emotionally and physically until I left for college, and
my ex- girlfriend tricked me into staying in an abuse relationship with her
because we were a power couple.

Anyone drunk yet?

Born and raised in the ‘burbs of Chicago, I knew what it was like to glanced over.

Rarely picked in the crowd, always slightly below average, nothing special.

There’s bigger and better things out there- but only for those who go above and beyond.

I’m simple         not a kiss ***, therefore not liked much.

My friends have never stuck around too long because of my “loose cannon” mouth and my pissy attitude.

I’m the reality no one wants in their life,
Their daily dose of negative,
I’m the reason they need a way to escape reality, ways to escape me.

Drugs and alcohol, what a sext that sentence is. The daze and trance you go

to prevents reality from ever striking, prevents me.