Confidence...it is something I no longer have.
Obviously I never will.
Nobody could possibly understand.
Furious with my mom, furious with myself.
I hate the way I am, the way I look.
Deep down, I know I am beautiful as personality goes, but in my opinion I lack outer beauty.
Even though some people try and tell me different, too many others have agreed with me.
Never have I been able to look in a mirror without feeling disgusted.
Crying is something I do often.
Everyday I pray that someone will want me, in spite of who I am, and everyday I am sadly