I'm 21. And Im not perfect. Im trying to figure out what to do with my life, while struggling with depression, eating disorder, and a love story that doesn't seem to have a happy ending... Everyone tells me I'm not fat, but the only problem is can't get myself to believe them. A lot of guys tell me I'm pretty, but I can't look in the mirror without thinking of how ugly I am. A lot of people see me smiling and laughing like nothing is wrong, but they don't know how broken I am inside. They don't know I used to cut and even though they weren't as visible I can still make out the marks that used to be there. There's no physical evidence that I am depressed, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I like to write poetry about the things that I've been through, about the things I know first hand. And even though I haven't been as lucky as some other girls, I still believe in true love. Even though every single guy that has stepped into my life has let me down in some way, shape, or form, I still believe there is a guy out there for me who will love me unconditionally with all of my flaws that I try so hard to cover. <3

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