I Didn't Want What They Wanted

In Which I Am Introduced

Warning:
Contains self harm
Suicide
Dark humor
Anorexia
And content which otherwise may be deemed innapropriate
Please Don't Continue If You Are Sensitive To This Content

Staring back at me in my full length bedroom mirror was a girl in a man's shirt which hung on my body more like a dress. Underneath was a pair of badly ripped jeans and dirty combat boots. To complete this look, I had a fringe and nerd glasses. All black everything was the perfect way to describe my exterior. My interior however, was nothing of the sort. Rather, a bubbly personality which poorly matched my mean appearence. 
I realised this outfit was considered ugly by others and I'd been called homeless more than once. However I wasn't without a home. More without sense. Sense to realise the boys at school didn't like girls like me. They didn't like girls whose shoes clicked and jingled doen the hallway like mine did. Unless of course, the clicking came from the high heeled infamously painful things worn by the sluts of the school. Beauty is pain. As I walked out my door and onto the schoolbus, I hadn't realised how seriously I would take that sentance until I came home from school that day.