I am.

I am ugly because my nose is to big, my face is round, so no matter how skinny I get, ill always look fat.

I am fat because I have a big build, I can’t change that so ill always be fat.

I am weird because I’m not like the other girls at school, I can’t hold a conversation and I don’t understand the jokes.

I am insane because I didn’t speak for weeks after he left, I sat in silence on the same wall when the few that cared tried to taunt words out of me.

I am fucked up because I cut myself, because I can’t go without punishing myself for what I did.

I am obsessed because I can’t move on from my first love.

I am perfect, because I’m all of those things. Perfection doesn’t exist, so neither do I.