She tried to remind herself that beauty was only skin deep, but that didnt offer any helpful excuse when she was berating herself for never knowing what to say to people. There was nothing more depressing than an ugly girl with no personality. It hurts, because deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
Me:
Tomorrow I'm going to start exercising, yeah, and I'll get fit. I'm gonna cut all the chocolate and junk food out of my diet too, and just eat healthy. And I'm going to start going to bed earlier, and not waiting until the last minute to do assignments. Then I'll have less stress. And I'm going to start going over my schoolwork every night so studying isn't so hard when exams come. And I'll take care of my skin and hair, and be kinder to everyone. And I'll be more confident. I'll just be a better person, yeah.