Seeing pretty girl, with long hair, flat-stomach, awesome-thigh, round eyes, flawless skin, oh god and they're saying they're fat and short. They don't know how lucky they're. They look pretty, in all picture. Perfect. Amazing. And I'm here, wondering. Why I can't be like them. Why the have to be so pretty and they're not grateful. What's wrong with Earth. I wish I was them, but we all know that I can't be them right. Maybe I'm not pretty and beautiful, that's why you left. Now I know the answer. I don't love me. And I'll never leave this house. Don't look at me, I'm fat. I'm a pieces of shit. Nobody wants me, I know that. I'm not asking for compliments, but this is what I feel. I don't deserve any of your compliments. I wonder, how is it feels when we don't care about our look, we don't care about what they talk about us, I wonder. And someday, I will get the answer. Someday, these things will change. I believe that.