So my life has turned into an episode of Toddlers and Tiaras. If you ever seen it, well, I recommend never watching it again. Anyways, my reasoning being that my mother is forcing me to sit on the deck in the hot sun and tan. Did you get that? TAN! (I hate that word so much; I feel like I should go wash my mouth out with soap)
I like to refer to myself as a race known as 'almost albino' because of my skin. For one, you put me beside a piece of chalk, and you could no longer tell which is which. For two, it is UNtanable. It's burnable, however. Yet, here I sit in the dreadfully hot sun (I should also point out that it is approximately 21 degrees outside) burning my skin. I'm wearing sunscreen too, by the way, mainly because I don't feel like becoming the next pig to roast in the pit at my family's annual Pavilion.
Although I'm 100% sure you are laughing AT me rather than showing even a glimmer of sympathy, I like to think you're on my side.
I've come to the realization that beauty IS pain.