Everyone around me was always blessed, with good looks, money and family. I was always an outcast,always. In the 4th grade I wanted to kill myself because I got brutally bullied at school and abused at home. I grew up believing I was boring and I would never be beautiful, here I am years later still wanting to kill myself because breathing seems so difficult, I know I'll never be loved and I've made my peace with it, I still have an aching hope but it's useless I am not a pretty girl I am useless to everyone and I frequently think about killing myself and maybe I'll go through with it just to stop this pain, I want to be beautiful...
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The Boys That Never Loved Me Back.
AléatoireSo basically it's a super lame tumblry book I want to publish later in life but I probably won't so it's A book I'll never publish It'll be good I promise (It's a book full of poetry,ideas, and stories.)
