I'm not pretty and you saying it once, isn't going to change the fact that I've had the word ugly stamped on my head for sixteen years. You think just one person, saying "You are pretty," is going to change how I think? How I feel? As many times as you say it, as much as you say it. You'll never understand, and you'll never change how I view myself.

You say "stress less, relax". How can I relax? How can I stress less? You don't think I've tried? You don't think I want to feel less, to hurt less? I thought being alone scared me the most. I thought that maybe finding someone would fix things, but being alone is nothing. It's being unwanted that hurts, that scars. It's being unwanted that cuts me deeper then being alone ever will.

If someone turns away from you when you are everything they need. That's how you know. That's how you know, that you're just not good enough for them. And that's how I know...

I'm not pretty.