A Bundle Of Contradictions

Hi there. 
I see no purpose in beginning this letter with niceties because I know what you're going to say: 
You're going to begin by saying how nobody in your family understands you. Then, you're going to move onto your friends and moan about how they don't "get you needs". After which, you're going to end with a note that you have no real friends and you're just a poor, poor lonely soul. 
But, my darling friend, have you ever bothered to consider that you might be the problem? 
Oh, now don't start with the theatrics and hear me out, will you? 
I like to believe that there are two types of lonely people - lonely people by circumstances and lonely people by their own behaviour and outlook. 
Lonely people by circumstances are those who try hard to mingle with others but are scornfully ignored. 
Lonely people by their own behaviour, on the other hand, are those who have everything - a rock solid family, an amazing group of friends and are materialist…

I'm dividing this letter into different parts, so that neither of us would get muddled up. 
About Your Physical Appearance: 
I know what you're going through.

You are terribly upset about the fact that you're not as tall as kids your age. Your friends are taller than you, your cousins - who are close to your age! - are taller and healthier than you. You feel really diminutive in front of everyone. You get really sad when people exclaim, "You are in eighth grade! I thought you were about nine years old!" 
Especially that lady living nearby your house, who's about as tall as a ten-year-old kid and as round as a football. 
It's completely fine. I assure you, you're going to grow as as tall as Mom. And all those people are going to be shorter than you! They'll be the ones who'll marvel at your height. 
You are really scared about "growing up". You're scared that you won't be able to play with the kids downstairs anymore. You feel…

This is a letter to all the people who are more or less interested in the zits popping on my oh-so-amazing face.

Dear Everyone Who's Obsessed With My Zits,

I don't mean to hurt anyone in any way but I don't like it when people suggest various creams, dermatologists for my face.

(In case anyone doesn't know, I have acne - but then again, I'm a teen! I'm supposed to be used to it!).

Once in every few days, someone comes up and says, "Oh dear, look at your face! All these zits... was it an allergic reaction or something? I know this fine XYZ doctor who will make your face clear again."

How I want to react when people tell me this:



How I do react when people tell me this:


Frankly, I fail to understand why people really care about my zits when they could, you know, focus on more vital stuff. Such as, all the malnourished kids in the hidden pockets of the world, terrorism - those issues need more attention.

It won't be the end of this world if another e…