Chapter Twenty two-If You Could Read My Mind You'd Be In Tears

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Someone's mind can be dark. Really dark. I just spent twenty minutes looking up pictures of Demi Lovato. You know what I realized? She is just like us. She was depressed, bulimic, and a self harmer. She pulled herself up from her thoughts. Look at her now. She is preforming all over the world. She preformed with the Jonas Brothers. She is an inspiration. She is my inspiration. I wouldn't sit here and look at pictures if I didn't love her.

I also realized something. Who the hell made Barbie? Why is she so perfect? I mean come on. She practically just sits there and taints little girls into being perfect. And the ones that can't, they can't deal with it. They starve, and throw up to be a Barbie. They cut because they can't be Barbie.

Personally, I always thought Barbie needed a bigger nose and lips, but hey that's just me. Barbie is the "face of beauty" to girls.

Why? What's so great about her? She's plastic. She's fake. She's a doll. So why have I been spending my whole life trying to be her? It doesn't make sense.

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