Today a guy acquaintance of mine called me ugly. Just flat out told me I was ugly. "You're ugly". The last guy who called me ugly, sad that it's happened more than once, well I punched him then started crying. And that's what I did the second time around. Cried in sadness, frustration and irritation. I allow myself to call myself ugly, then sweep away all the insults I give myself under the rug. 'Enough self pity little girl, the world is rooting for you'. But to have your biggest insecurity confirmed and announced to a table of your friends, it just makes makes me have one more reason to hurt myself. But I would never end my life or hurt myself for that matter. Life, when you get rid of all the assholes, is pretty nice.
But then his friend just had to add "Well you know what they say, the truth hurts.". I just lashed out, I screamed in his face grabbed my backpack and walked as calmly as I could away from that part of my life. If I don't have to see those two ever again I am positive I'll lead a happier life.
I hope my fever doesn't come back. I hate my fever.
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