Look at all that cellulite in her thighs and she still wears shorts. At least I wear jeans all year long and sweat and no on sees how disgusting I am.

Look at those chubby hands. She's just like me. Look at that finger fat spilling over the dollar store ring that no boy gave her. I don't wear any rings. No one ever asks me my ring size.

How thick are her glasses. I should rip those stupid glasses off her face and smash them on the ground. Let's see if her eyes are as small and ugly as mine.

Why are those other girls sitting with her? Don't they know she's ugly? Why are they drinking lattes with her. She looks just like me. Why is this vile creature laughing? Doesn't she know we're ugly?

I'm going to say something to her. I'm going walk over to her and say something. Tell her stop smiling, stop laughing, we're ugly. Why doesn't she hide all her gross flaws? How can her stupid friends not vomit by looking at her? I'm going to walk over here and say something.

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"I want to be surgically conjoined to you."

Stop looking at your stupid friends! They can't help you because they're idiots. They don't understand how the world works. We don't get to use instagram. We don't deserve happiness. What don't you understand about how the world works? Why aren't you following the rules?

"Awkward... "

Turn away from me and sip your latte? Look at me, you wretched beast. You're just like me.