I don't think I'll ever be beautiful or pretty. I don't think I'll ever be happy about the way I look. I always see people who are so gorgeous, and look nothing like me. I don't even have some amazing personality or talent. I barely know piano, I pass for violin, my hair is just like xp, my writing never takes off, I'm a horrible public speaker, I'm lazy, I'm counterproductive, I take out my feelings the wrong way, I cling, I'm a mess, I'm fickle and always unsatisfied.
Changing this changing that. Always changing myself. I'm not even the cute delicate for my size. I'm like...a pudgy mouse.
Oh angst. Oh cry. Oh woe.
I know this sounds and is coming out like a pmsing/teenage angst session, but this feeling inside me hurts, and makes me feel like crying. And there's no one to tell. I feel disgusting, and unwanted, and
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