What I Did Do

Quiet, reserve, doll-like, interesting.

All things that Trea hears at least once a week; if not daily. Although being told she is nothing less then perfect, she can't help but be extremely insecure. She hates the way her mouth curves when she talks. So she doesn't talk at all. She doesn't like the way her eyes get small when she smiles, so she won't, and the list keeps getting longer.

Like any other 17 year old girl, Trea has crushes. She has always had eyes on the senior class, Dylan specifically. Yet, here is the age old question;

Can you love someone without loving yourself first?

Note: this book will contain depressing themes, yet will NOT contain rape or self harm.

Note note: this will be my first time writing a book like this, try not to be too critical but I hope you give it a chance :)