I want to cry. I want to break down in tears and let my pain come out. But, i cant. I feel weak, i feel like no one is here for me. I know that God loves me, and i shouldn’t be crying. But, I’m only human. I mean, yes, sticks and stones may break my bones and words peirce through like a sword going through my heart. I feel hated, i feel ugly, and the worst part is that everyone is my family is beautiful. I look in thw mirror, and what do i see? A horrid, ugly monster. No one knows how i somwtimes cry at night, or how i am so tempted to buy a razor. God loves me, i know his love is enough, but…my sinning heart is too fragile to even withstand insults and pain…

I feel ugly, worthless, and in deep pain.