Mean Reds

Just when I’m feeling cute, my friends post a bunch of pictures of me online and they just make me want to cry. I look as chubby as ever, my skin is awful and I have flat hair. I hate crying over this shit, it’s so shallow. I hate how my self-worth is wrapped up in such petty constructs like my looks and body image, but I don’t have much else going for me right now. I have no job or love life and to top it all off, I feel ugly.

I’m going to die alone in a nursing home. They’ll wrap me up in trash bags and leave me out on the curb with the rest of the garbage. My only legacy will be this whiff of pathetic desperation that fills my lonely little room. And maybe some cute shoes.

Sigh.