Depression And Other Shit

Ugliness

(Warning trigger chapter. Tbh all of them are but this is very triggering trust me)

So I don't really know the name for this. It could be paranoia or like feeling self-conscious but whatever. I call it ugliness. Ouch, right? Actually no. The truth hurts? No not really. It stings.

I look in the mirror and pull my blazer closer into my chest. I pull my hair down in front of my flabby belly. It's not long enough. I pull my fringe in front of my ugly face. Still not pretty. Still ugly. I sit down in the corner of the room and tears roll down my cheeks.

Walk into school and everyone's staring, whispering behind their hands. Feels like I have loser written all over my forehead. I sprint to the toilets and begin to break down for the second time in a day. The second of many more breakdowns...

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So life sucks when ur ugly. And trust me if you think ur ugly u probably  are. Don't lie about it. U can't change this shit. No surgery can make u pretty