I’m done with this shit.
I can’t handle this shit anymore.
I can’t be happy with myself. Why? Because I’m not pretty, because I hurt people, I hurt myself. And go on, go on, go on.
My friends are so nice, every time they say I’m pretty, that I realy look good. But I can never believe them. I don’t know why. I just don’t understand how it’s possible to find me pretty.