One String Left

I couldn't go on like this anymore. There was nothing in my life worth living. My friends all hated me, my family despised me so much they couldn't even stand to be around me, and my own boyfriend left me for another man because I wasn't "experienced enough." Rich girls teased me because I was poor, pretty girls taunted me because I was fat. But since when did weighting 150 pounds become fat? When did materialistic things make you who you are? What happened to personality and pure friendship? I guessed that didn't matter anymore. I stayed out of everyone's way and used my homework and school work as a distraction. I quit trying to fit in. What was the point? No matter how much makeup I bought, or how many neat outfits I got from the thrift stores, no one would ever except me for me. Because no one cares unless you're pretty or dead. That's what I believed; that I had no place, no purpose in this world, but to be unloved. Until I met Justin. And told him my story. He became the light in my world, my last hope, the last string left that kept me tied down to this diamond in a rut of a world. So the verse for my story is "We have troubles all around us, but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up." -2 Corinthians 4:8