People say that I'm weird, but I've learnt to brush it off. People say that I'm ugly, but I don't give a shit. People say that they're only friends with me because that pity me…well maybe they don't say it, but I know that's true. People only use me to get popularity points, then discard of me once they've had enough. I can tell when people have had enough, because they hardly ever look for me, or if they see me, they immediately turn away like they didn't see me. At the start, all these things hurt me, but now…now I don't feel. I look into the mirror and see an empty shell, a girl with a fake persona, someone who's lost…someone who's had enough. She's someone who can't cry anymore because of all the tears she's held back, someone who can barely feel any emotion on the inside because she's been hurt and mislead too much. This girl will go on living, but gradually, in time, she will forget what it feels like to really smile, to really laugh, to cry, to be angry, to be nothing… in the end, she'll just be an empty shell.