It hurts knowing that despite having so many friends, none of them really care about you. To them I’m not even a pretty face. I simply exist. And I hate that they are okay with that; that I am okay with that. But why put up a fight in a battle that is already lost? Why keep trying when no matter what i mould myself into in attempt to please them, even just slightly, I know the out come will be the same. It doesn’t matter if I’m loud or quiet, if I eat without care or stave myself, whether my hair is blonde or brown, I wear make up or I don’t. To them, I still simply exist.