Itās not my fault Iām ugly. Why do people always pick on me? Whatās the point of wearing makeup and becoming pretty? Iām still ugly. I got caught by you as soon as I transferred schools. I canāt even sleep properly because Iām afraid you might tell everyone. And Iām always busy running errands for you. Do you even know how I feel? Donāt you have any secrets of your own? Itās really mean to mess around with someoneās pain.











