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.)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
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}
