Pretty.

  • Me: I want to be pretty like the other girls.
  • Her: Why?
  • Me: I'm tired of being excluded.
  • Her: Your not excluded.
  • Me: ??
  • Her: They're excluded.
  • Me: How? I'm the one sitting in the corner alone.
  • Her: No. Don't you get it? They are so mean to you because they need to be felt. They need to steal your emotion. Because they have none.
  • Me: That doesn't make me pretty.
  • Her: Dammit Kayla, ruin it.