Why would anyone love me? I know girls who are perfect. Beauty, Smarts, Dolls. They have everything. I have no beauty, I'm stupid, and I'm a broken China cup. I'm like the troll underneath the bridge, and other girls are sweet pixies zipping through the sky with pretty glittery wings. The dragon and the princess. The worker and the queen. Im nothing and they're everything. Outcast and popular. Poor and rich. Scarred skin, flawless skin. I don't think anybody can change my perspective about this. Nothing.