"Don't you think I know that! Don't you think I can look in the mirror and see how ugly I am. Can't you see that I know my flaws. Yes I know I'm ugly okay. I can see that. My brain tells me that EVERY second of EVERY day. I would tell you to give up. But what's the point if I keep telling myself the same thing. Right." I started to cry again. And they both laughed. "Yeah. Keep laughing at the girl who can't catch a break. Keep laughing at the girl who can't stand to look herself in the mirror. Laugh at the tragic shell of a girl." And that's what I thought of myself. Until HE convinced me other wise. He was the man who pulled me out of my darkest thought. He carried me at times when I thought I'd never move again. He made me laugh when I felt like my smile was numbed. HE'S THE REASON I LIVE!