I have reached a point
Where I have told myself I'm so ugly
So many times
So many days
I have gone past caring because
I'm physically tired of telling myself again and again.
I want to feel normal,
I'm desperate to feel right
And have the perfect,
Proportional face and body.
I know how I look
And I want to change.
I long to fall in love
But I know now
That will never happen and that is
What makes me
The most unhappy.
(Found glued behind the mirror in Chloe Mcmullens room.)
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Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}