I hate being ugly, If I had one wish it would be to be pretty, I don’t think I can even consider myself as pretty—I don’t believe I’m pretty and every time a person compliments me I know they’re lying, I can’t accept the fact that I’m not pretty, I can’t stand hearing another girl be praised of her looks while I simply stand there in my own puddle of shame, I’m the ugly friend—I’m the friend no one likes, simply tolerates.
