I Get It. So, Enough.
Your attractive. Your loveable. Your athletic. Everyone likes you. You have a close friend. I get it. I'm not like you alright. Too bad your older sibling's a freak. The acne scar on my face. Pimples coming one after another. I don't have a close friend to be with. I'm not like you.
When I tell you a story about things happening in my school, it means I have a safe spot to open to. I told you there's someone in my school that likes me. You laughed. I should've tough it out but it stings. You said that the person who liked me has no type. I get it. A lot of people has a crush on you. You keep repeating again and again saying how could someone even like me.I hate feeling weak. I just don't. Your god's favourite I get it.
I keep trying to hide my smile because how ugly I look. My face is chubby. Everyone says that. Some say it's cute but I know it's all a lie. I thought you were the only one I could vent to. But I thought wrong. You think your better than everyone(From my perspective).
Too bad you have an ugly older sibling huh? I'm done with this.
I'm not mad at god on how he decides my fate and I know all of this is just a test. Thanks for still giving me chances to live on this earth, god.
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