“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”

“She is very pretty.”
Though this might not seem like much to most people, this hit me harder than anything else could’ve.
I feel ugly.
Constantly wanting to be someone else or change my appearance entirely.
To think that you would say that about her and not about me, it kills me.
Maybe I want to be her.
Maybe I envy her.
Or maybe I hate her with everything I have.
Her beauty is tearing us apart and I don’t know if I can handle it much longer.

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