Sometimes I think that life will be much easier if I were beautiful.
Yes, that’s a bad thing to say, I know. But I always think that people don’t like me ‘cause I’m ugly. Don’t laugh at me. But it’s true. I always think that. And I think that no one cares about other things if you weren’t beautiful, the rest doesn’t matter, they don’t want to be attached or get to know you better. Or, if they do they will leave me easily because there’s so much better people on the world why waste time with me?
Why waste your time with a person so damaged that she can barely live?