Resting Bitch Face is in order in the street and on the subway. I hate being told to smile like I’m some kind of doll. If you want to see a smile go look in the mirror and smile at yourself. I owe you nothing because I’m not your friend.
The walk from my apartment in Washington Heights to my junior high school was no longer than 15 minutes. Yet, every morning I would have to go to the building across from me and wait for this tardy girl so that I could walk to school with her. I don’t remember having any conversations with her, because we were completely different people. I hung out with the skaters and she hung out with the hood rats. All I remember is that her apartment smelled of vapor rub, old magazines and slow death.
Fun fact: From the age of 25 the number of newly formed cells in your body is less than the number of cells that die and every year the dissimilarity grows (much like the economic disparity in America). No need to fret, just start a revolution and moisturize… #themoreyouknow
Anyhow, I kept telling my parents how insufferable this…
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