You scroll through Twitter, looking at all the numerous hate tweets that mention you in them. '@Y/T/N is so uggs, why is Michael even with her, ugh.' These hate tweets really get to you.
"Mikey." You scream to him, running down the hall. You walk downstairs and stand in front of him in the kitchen.
"What?" He asks, confused and anxious.
"Am I to ugly for you?" He gasps, not knowing how to reply!
"Is this serious or..?" He looks at you and you give him a devilish stare. "Babe, you're gorgeous! I'm so lucky to have you! That's crazy, don't ever think like that. What makes you think that?"
"Twitter Michael! Twitter makes me feel like shit, how do you avoid it? How does stuff like that not bother you?" You ask him, semi having a go at him.
"Babe, I just don't look, I look at all the nice things because even though there's a lot of hate, there's also a lot of love." You nod, knowing that it makes a lot more sense. He hugs you and tells you that it'll be alright.
