Nothing...

As I sit here tonight, I wonder how anyone could ever love me. I am no more beautiful on the inside than I am on the outside, thus I am not beautiful at all. I am not the type of girl who a boy brags about to his friends, nor am I the kind of girl whom he would want to take home to his parents.

I am nothing like my mother. I am not strong, I am not courageous, I am not skillful, I am not brave. I have not become the person whom I was seeking. I did not find my true self, my true self found me, and if I had had the opportunity to select who I wanted to be, this is not the person that I would have chosen.

I do not feel true compassion, or love. My heart is black, and it is cold, it's only purpose is to pump blood through my veins, and even that seems like a struggle.

I lie. I deceive. I gossip. I ridicule. I am lied to. I am deceived. I am gossiped about. I am ridiculed.

I am me.

I am her.

I am you.

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