Mom
just doesn't get it! I hate her! Why is she always picking at me. Sometimes I
wish she was dead. Even worse, she makes me wish I was dead. I just want our
whole rotten lives to be over with. I know she’s just jealous of me because she’s
stuck in this crappy new, cookie-cutter house with a husband she doesn't love
and one daughter who is more boring than white bread and one who is ten times
prettier than I ever was. I feel bad for her with her totally passion-less love
life with tired, bald dad. Picking on me is all she has to do.
Whatever. It’s not like I need her
approval. I know I’m pretty. Betty is always saying how she wishes her hair was
as perfectly puffy as mine. It’s not at all dry, but has a great crimp to it.
Betty has great skin though. I tell her that. Also, would I get boys attention
if I wasn't pretty? I don’t think so.
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