One of the most vivid memories I have of middle school was going to the restroom and looking in the mirror
and wondering what was wrong with me.
It hurts because there was nothing wrong with me then, I had every right to wonder that.
But now... now I don't even bother because there are too many flaws to count.
I wish I knew that then.
Maybe I would have been different now.
SK
A/N: This one is really honest for a reason. I figure that if it's hard for me to be honest in real life, maybe I should at least start practicing on paper.
