You just have those days that you are very confident and think you are pretty and amazing.

Then you have today...
Which you tell your friend you aren't photogenic enough to be in a picture with them.
Come at me. I don't care.

No matter what you all say.

I'm not pretty. Or beautiful.

I'm stuck in a dumb time capsule.
You can see my cheek bones more than my cheeks.

I look angry with my glasses. My hair is a mess.

Everyone has good teeth and all mine are either growing behind others in the wrong position, baby teeth, or just stupid in general.

I have all sorts of scabs on my legs from being stupid.

I have bags under my eyes.

I don't look like my age.

And it just... Hurts. To look in a mirror and force myself to smile.

It hurts to know that you have amazing friends that see you differently. That can smile at you when you're wanting to fall to pieces.

It doesn't help.

I almost killed my friends arm today with my finger nails because I saw the guy again.

It makes me honestly want to cry. And... Just... :(

Sigh...

I'm gonna go now so I don't have to bother you all with my  pathetic anger issues that make no sense.

Because my horrible memory, mood switches, and a few others things are signs of me literally having depression.

And... It's a sad thought. That I have that. And it's a good thought to me. Because then maybe I can find a way to get rid of it and all my problems with be gone