• The pain of a newly opened wound shots through my skin, but does not hurt it. The pain isn't headed for my physical appereance, but for my inner soul. The soul that was once carnated into a sweet, happy, innocent girl turns into that loser with the glasses and that could lose about 5 pounds.
    "Why did he have to leave me? We were so happy." I think to myself. On the outside I was popular, beautiful, and happy, but on the inside, I was the same junior high reject that was part of the "loser" crowd. Just because I changed my appearence on the outside doesn't mean I'm any different.
    I was unconfident until he came along. He brightened up my day by just smiling at me and from that moment, I knew I wanted to be a better person on the outside and the inside. That day I went to the mall and shopped for better close and make up. I made a promise to myself that I would be a lot nice to everyone, even my little annoy brother and I was.
    Now, I knew it didn't matter how hard I tried. I am and always will be that naive, loser girl, but this time, I won't have the stength or heart to carry on.
    "I liked you better when you weren't caught up in the fashion and your looks. I liked you for you, but now, I don't know who you are." My best guy friends voice echoed inside my head, taunting me every chance he got. I was stupid, I knew that. I had the perfect life, other than being a reject, when I was me, but I jepordized all of it for a guy. How stupid. I lost my one and only best friend and I had lost my real self.
    What have I done.