How to Survive My Life

My life as the girl in the background. The one no one notices? "Who?" "What girl?" The one no one really cares to notice? The one everybody figures is actually a mute, or that's what they'd think if they thought about her. That's me.

So, you're probably wondering: How the hell do you do it? How can you just stay so quiet? What about friends? Relationships?

I have friends. A couple..... Okay, one. Two, if you count Logan, but most people don't. I don't need a lot of friends. A lot of friends mean a lot of drama. I don't want a lot of drama. And, my one friend is probably a better friend to me than all of your thousands of friends out together. She doesn't gossip about me. She doesn't spread nasty rumors. She listens to me. We have real conversations about real things. And when we disagree (which isn't often) we either drop the subject or have an intellectual debate on the matter. We don't hate each other because she bought those shoes I said I wanted.

I'm in a relationship. I have been for almost a year and a half. My boyfriend is the aforementioned Logan. Most people don't count boyfriends/girlfriends as friends. But if we do count him, he is my best friend. I can literally talk to him about EVERYTHING. He is probably the best thing in my life. He's what makes my existence (just because no one pays attention to me like I don't exist, doesn't mean I really don't) worth while. If I had the choice, I would lock the two of us away, so we'd never have to see the outside world. But even if that was possible, it wouldn't be my choice alone. I'm sure he'd get tired of me, but I know I'd never tire of him. He is my EVERYTHING.

How do I stay quiet? It's quite simple, really. You know that whole in your face? The biggest one? Close it. Keep it closed. Only open it when it is completely mandatory. This type of lifestyle requires one thing: you have to be shy. Shy as hell. The shyest you can possibly get. Think of how shy you might be before going on stage in front of thousands of people. Pretty shy, right? And nervous? Multiply that by infinity. That's me. That's how I am.

How the hell do I do it? Well, I guess I'm just used to it.