It was a summer evening slow wind was blowing I saw her for the first time and she was a beautiful girl but the way she looked at me I knew she thought I was disgusting.
I am a second-year college student I am a very quiet person I don't talk too much because I don't have much confidence in myself self that is why I don't have many friends because I think I am the ugliest person in the hole world. I hate myself for not being beautiful it was very painful for me to talk to anyone or to make friends I thought everyone is looking at my ugliness everyone can see how disgusting I am. It's so painful that my face was so ugly I hated every bit of myself I never thought someone can hate themselves that much like I hated myself. Sometimes I just feel like crying sometimes I just feel like shouting my lungs out why me? I know crying doesn't solve anything but I count stop my self tears keep following from my eyes I was so broke down that time. It was because of her .....
This story is inspired by someone I knew who was straggling from this kind of mental problem because of not being beautiful for not being cool or smart and also how she cannot talk to other people or speak her mind.