DAY 01

 How does it feel for people born with pretty faces, pretty life, everything just figured out for them? I know for sure i wouldn't be able to enjoy such privileges because among my peers i always appear to be the ugly duckling with the bacteria filled lumps on my face that doesn't go unnoticed by people. I feel so lefr out every single day of my life, nothing and nobody is ever there for me, to some extent i wish i had a best friend or at least a close friend. I'm tired of being insecure of my self even to the point i can barely mutter a hi from my lips to my classmate, i can't even hold an eye contact because of what? My ugly face. I look at a particular classmate of mine, wondering how she could have life so easy, from my perspective her life is the definition of perfect, a pretty face, lots of best friends she can count on, a room to herself, while on the other hand I'm stuck in a room with my sister with my ugly shape and face, tbvh i hate my life, i hate every single detail of my life. If I had the chance to write how i would have preferred to look I wouldn't be in this situation but no i was stuck qith the look God had for me which is in fact terrible to my eyes. I have done everything, trying to be pretty but it always has a negative result. This is the story of my life, waking up each day wondering who could ever in their right senses luke someone as ugly as me.