She never "remembered" all the little things i did. It was always, in her eyes, how "horrible" i was. I was never good enough. Everything i did was to "betray" her. Guess what? I've found the courage to let you go. I finally love myself enough.
I don't think I'm beautiful. At times I think I look pretty, but all it takes is a bad picture of me, seeing gorgeous girls, people pointing out my flaws and I start feeling horrible about myself. I try not to let people's opinions of me affect the way I