Dear Diary.
I: why can’t I be like her. Or him, I wonder if I’d ever be pretty enough for anyone. Why cant my face bleed.onto her skin. or his or anyones. I watch them and wonder if my face will ever be a place where someone's eyes want to rest. Tell me .what you want, ill carve and sculpt myselfinto that shape. If you want, do you want it? Anythig. Anything to make you smile or give me. Attention. Please look at me
Me: look at me! modeling myself off of how everyone wants me to act! gosh im a mess. I want to be perfect. I won’t stop till everyone thinks I’m. Perfect. I must impress everyone! but i cant as me, ill change, just for you. illdo anything to have you. look at me. So I will bury who I am. And give u what u want
Myself: I stare into the jagged teeth of a shattered mirror. “did I miss a spot?” PUNCH! Or “I can’t have them see me like this!!” PUNCH! Oh how ugly I am, everything I create. PUNCH! even me. PUNCH! I have the Body of. A Pig. What Am I? Someone who needs to be clothed in someone else's approval. Im Such A Mess. But am i Apretty mess?