Life's never been easy, sometimes we get what we want, sometimes we don't, sometimes we wish things were different, sometimes we don't. All of these are sometimes impossible when you're ugly, espicailly when you're being me. Insecurities filled me, envy, jealousy; name it all. Even my own dream was deprived. Being me sucks, sometimes I wish I was beautfiul, sometimes I wish I was born rich, but those are just my wishes, my fantasy. I hate being me. But I strived hard to change that. Running away from everything, the pain and the heartbreaks I stood up from crawling to reach out for my dreams and when I thought that was it, I was wrong. I thought God hated me, but I was wrong. Love still find it's way to my stoned heart to make beat the warmest once again.