Thawing A Failure

Prologue: I am...

Hi. I'm Quill Macy Gray. Yeah, I know, my mom was really crazy when naming me. Seriously, Quill? I'm not an ancient writing implement! However, I do love writing. And lots of other things. My parents think that being well rounded is the best thing since sliced bread. Thankfully, dad made her give me a normal middle name. Macy. Not that I particularly like the name Macy. Alexandra is much more poetic, but Macy works. Kas calls me Macy. Dad calls me Macy. My other friends call me Macy. I finally convinced my teachers to call me Macy. Macy Macy Macy. It's a boring, average, name. I like boring and average. I'm kind of a fail, so the idea of boring and average is nice. How am I a fail? Let's see...

•I'm perpetually single. NBSB. No boyfriend since birth.. And don't ask me how long it took me to figure out that phrase was a well used acronym.

•I always think my mom is guilting me, and take what people say the wrong way. It's terrible.

•I always have a crush on a guy that other people like. And he has never liked me back, whomever he may be.

•I am totally insecure.

•I have an inferiority complex.

•I'm a perfectionist.

•I always want what is impossible for me to have.

•I always think my friends don't like me because I did something accidentally. Like talking about something and it sounded like I was bragging. Except for Jae, my best friend since kindergarten.

•My mom makes me feel ungrateful, and I always kind of blame her for it. And then feel terrible afterwards.

•I always somehow manage to make myself feel like shit. Excuse my language.

•I have an anxiety problem. I used to go to a therapist, but then mom stopped. And I feel like I have to not complain.

•I don't talk when I think someone will have a bad reaction. I am afraid of mad people. I'm good at hiding.

•I'm better at Skyrim than at real life. After all, no NPCs remember your failures. And your actions never have bad consequences that can't be fixed by loading a previous save.

•I always put on a front, a mask, a façade, whatever you want to call it, that I'm happy, or positive, and try to be that way, and usually I'm a normal girl.

So yeah.. I'm a fail. A failure. And because of my stupid complex, I feel like it's all my fault.. Also, let's have some basic background info before we start, 'Kay? It'll improve your reading experience. Also note that the story is written normally. Aka: not journal style, not aware narrator is being written about, in first person. *wink*

•Appearance: Dark brown hair with naturally beachy waves and sun streaks(highlights). Unnaturally silver luminescent eyes(but I was born with them that way!). Not pale in any season, but not super dark either. I'm medium tan. Kind of short, 5'1". Not fat, not deathly skinny, slightly on the skinnier end of the spectrum but almost in the middle for my height and body type. I'm kind of curvy, but not a stick or super curved. I have reading glasses.

•I'm sixteen. Driving! And starting my junior year of high school. Exciting!
One mom. My dad died when I was almost born. I just wish he had more life insurance. Mom and I could've used that cushion getting started.
Mom's name is Isabelle Prince. She never took dad's name when they married. She's 36. She's actually way shorter than me, at 4'11".

•I have gotten straight As every year of school. So cool! I'll be eighteen the year the president for 2020 is being voted for. I'll be able to vote! Hehe.

Enough about me. You're here for the story, right? So let's get on with it.