Do you see my smile? I look happy don’t you think? Truth is I’m not. I hate a lot of things about myself, like my face and my stomach. I hate having pretty people around me because it makes me feel so ugly. I have been bullied for so long now. It’s not straight to my face anymore but I can tell people are still laughing and talking shit behind my back. You have no idea how it feels like to wake up every morning, looking in the mirror and hate everything you see. But that’s not the worst part. I used to be self-conscious, or at least a little bit but now I hate myself. I hate being in public places because people will just sit there and stare at me, god knows for what reason. I feel like I’m never good enough for anyone, and my mother just confirmed that. Everything I do doesn’t even mean something to her. She will just bitch at me because it’s not done properly, I don’t even see why I keep putting effort in doing stuff. No one will notice, and in the end I’ll just be the weird girl without any friends.
