my curseI don't see the point to why I exist, no one even knows I exist or cares enough to acknowledge me even if they do notice me sitting quietly in the corner. I envy the pretty girls they seem to have perfect lives, none of them show any signs of sadness and when they do the world stops to help nurse their wounds. Why cant I be as beautiful as them, they all have nice hair, pretty faces, and their clothes seem to never even touch the shelf before they own it, and when they do it makes everyone's heads turn to stare, then next thing you know all of them have it until the next one find something new to show off.I hate the way I look, so I don't bother to apply make-up on in the morning or straighten my hair it's not like it is going to make me any prettier. My friends tell me that I am beautiful and I don't need to go to the extent the other girls do because I have a natural, simplicity about me which the guys find prettier anyway I'm just being a typical self-conscious teenager. But I don'