Me? Who am I?
I guess you could say that I am the girl that every guy passes by without a second glance.
I am the girl that has very little friends, because she's a little... "much."
I am the girl whose family drilled it into her head that she's overweight and will never be skinny, because it's in her blood.
I am the girl whose father hit her because she's too strong willed.
I am the girl who third wheels with her friends and their boyfriends.
I am the girl who makes other people laugh, because she can't seem to do it herself.
I am the girl, who wakes up in the morning and pretends like she's not falling apart because she's living at a friend's house, instead of with her own family.
I am the girl who cries at night, because she doesn't want anyone to know how much she hates herself and how little everything matters.
I am just... me.