Her. (rough draft)

What's wrong with me?

I ask that question internally and vocally a hundred time.

I'm told over and over: Nothing.

But if that were true, she wouldn't have left. 

Would she?

Is it because the other girl is skinnier?

Prettier?

She has money?

Is it because I'm fat?

I'm too loud.

I'm weird. 

I wasn't enough for her.

And she made my worst fear come true. 

All in the span of three days.