(MY DEAREST BITTERFLY, I SWEAR I WON’T GET BALLS!! *I don’t believe perfect lives exist. If it seems someone has a perfect life, it’s probably a lie or they are just satisfied with their life.* I think people who have seemingly nice lives who are sad or depressed or whatever are chill people, I have nothing against them. This story is just about someone… specific. Hope you have a great day.)

Her parents love her and spoil her rotten. They literally buy her anything she says she wants.

She lives in a nice house. A good neighborhood and kind neighbors.

She has a cute dog. He’s golden brown, like a tater tot!

She has wonderful friends who love and care about her.

But somehow she acts like a fucking annoying ass brat! She doesn’t fucking deserve her picture perfect life. She acts all suicidal and sad, but really she can laugh with her friends for hours. If it really was that bad, she’d have _at least _reached out to a hotline. But noooo, instead she makes jokes and makes self harm sound like no big deal. She should go die.

She is quite literally the rough in the diamonds.

With her perfect life and shitty personality, she should be dead. It’d be better for everyone!