Never been called beautiful. Never been told I love you. Never felt the feeling of being cared for. Bullied everyday. Dread going to school, because of what I go through. No one understands. I keep it inside. I don't smoke, or drink, or cut. I try to stay strong. People see me cry, I wipe my tears and tell them I'm fine. I go home, it isn't any better. I don't wanna eat, but I do. My parents aren't bad. But it's hard to get along with them all the time. But what kid gets along with their parents all the time? I hate myself, I hate who I am. I can't think of one good thing about me. I tell myself all these bad things and have shoved them into my head everyday that when people try to compliment me, I turn them down and don't believe them. I wanna be beautiful, I wanna be skinny, and perfect. I wanna be liked. I wanna be loved. I want someone to care for me. But nothing is that easy. I know. I just wanna curl up to a ball and cry. I hate life. I don't want to smile, I don't wanna be happy. I don't deserve it.