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Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Conundrum)

Look at my face. Do you think you can really see anything? You are only looking at what I choose to show you.

I don’t want you to care about me. I don’t want you to take an interest. I don’t want to care about you or your life. I just want to be blissfully alone.

Now, look into my eyes. Do you glimpse the girl crying behind those pupils? Do you see the broken human being screaming out for you to care?

I want you to care about me. I want you to take an interest, so much so that you see past the mask I’ve plastered to my face.

Notice my absence from your gatherings. Do you take a note?

I hate you people. I just loathe my kind for our selfishness. I hate how your needs will always be put before mine, even at the expense of harming me.

Take a look at how I stick to the outskirts of conversation. Do you imagine what is going on in my head?

I just want to escape. I want to leave all of y’all behind and run away. I just want to escape the suffocation of companionship.

Look once more at me. Do you even see anything?

Confessions of a Fast Food Employee (Intro)

About a year and a half ago, I got my first job. I hated every minute of the searching and I loathed my first few weeks. The early days were brutal because I constantly made mistakes, which is natural. However, I have always despised myself when I mess up, so I desired for nothing more than to quit.

Now, a year and a half later, I am looking towards a promotion and I have quite a few stories to tell. To give some brief background, I work in fast food and I can say first-hand how much this job stinks.

A month or so ago, I rewatched the movie, The Help, and I was inspired to try to create something similar, but in the perspective of a fast food employee. Our society greatly needs this. So many people come through our restaurant and have no common decency. They will treat me like an annoying gnat they wish they could squash!

So, I’m no longer going to sit by silently as they run right over me.

-Girl in the Fast Food Uniform

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Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Breaking Down)

Can a heart break even more, once it has been shattered? And when it finally does, can the pieces ever be salvaged?

Is there any hope for those who have had so many knocks that they just want to give into the evil? Can they be redeemed before they choose the wrong path? Do they want to?

Anger burns deep inside me. I know I have to forgive, but the fury wraps me in its warm embrace and beckons me to stay. I hear the whispers of hate and they are tempting me to never forgive.

My rational sense tries to feebly remind me that forgiveness will set me free. Once before, it saved me from an eternity of pain, but I can’t seem to get past the hurt that was carelessly inflicted.

The damage is done. A friendship may crumble and one day possibly be rebuilt, but it could never again rise to the glory it once had been.