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I find it funny that when I was 8, One of the first things I learned to spell was, beautiful. Now I am 17, I cant look at the mirror. I feel ugly, fat, worthless. Sometimes life is ironic why would I learn to spell something, I would learn to hate? I am not B E A U T I F U L i am U G L Y I wish I had never learned to spell Maybe I would have learned not to bother I am not P R E T T Y or S K I N N Y or S M A R T I wish I didn't learn to spell maybe then, I wouldn't have to let words define who I am
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
B E A U T I F U L
I find it funny that when I was 8, One of the first things I learned to spell was, beautiful. Now I am 17, I cant look at the mirror. I feel ugly, fat, worthless. Sometimes life is ironic why would I learn to spell something, I would learn to hate? I am not B E A U T I F U L i am U G L Y I wish I had never learned to spell Maybe I would have learned not to bother I am not P R E T T Y or S K I N N Y or S M A R T I wish I didn't learn to spell maybe then, I wouldn't have to let words define who I am
apathy
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
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