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Last week:
I drove to my boyfriend Jared's house. My parents left again. I was crying and I needed Jared to comfort me like he had all those times they had left. Soon I had stopped to a familiar house. I cut the engine and stepped out and I got the house keys to Jared's house and unlocked the door. There in front of me was a sight that left me heartbroken. Jared was making out with a girl who had a blonde hair. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him look up at me. You know all those stories where if a guy was caught cheating on his girlfriend he would try to talk to the girl? Jared just smirked at me to say that he never loved me. I raced outside with tears in my eyes and drove home and cried till I realized why would anyone go out with me? I am not beautiful.
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Since then I always cringe at my appearance in the mirror. My 'friends' all disowned me cause I was unpopular only Anna tried to talk but I avoided her. I am broken. I feel pain but there's no way to maim it. It's like I am falling and I try to hold on to the ledge but my hand slips. It's like I desperately wand those voices in my head to help yet they yell at me that I am broken beyond repair. Each time I look at the mirror I see a monster I have become I feel like tearing my hair out. I feel as if i am looking at a nobody that's what I am really, a nobody.
