My Imaginary Friend

I didn’t know what to say.
She said she liked my thick hair.
No one has ever said anything positive about my crazy hair that I inherited from my aunt. It is thick, half curly, half straight, with grey roots. Every time I get it cut, they comment on the thickness. They are never excited to work with it.
I wish I said I liked her hair that was tied up in fun locks. She was so gorgeous and kind with her flawless complexion and flair.
I wish I was her friend.
But it is a sad world today. I am going to drink my tea and cry.

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