All I have ever wanted is to be stunningly beautiful. Like Rita Hayworth or Marilyn Monroe. I know that’s terribly shallow, but honestly, I don’t really care. The only reason I have yet to attempt suicide for a third time in two months is because I want to wait until I achieve this goal. And then, I will try again. Because then, at least in my pathetic life I will have achieved something.
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I so get it. If I was pretty maybe people would have been nice to me in school. Maybe that horrid girl Denise would ‘t have cornered me in the locker room and threatened to beat me up. The only reason she didn’t was cause people around thought if wasn’t fair because she outweighed me by a good 70 lbs. I’m so tired of feeling like a second hand citizen cause I don ‘t look like Audrey Helburn. But we have so much character and we are real
and at least we know people don’t love us for our looks–lol. Hang in there please.
La petit marin, what a brave post. Thank you for your honesty.