Dear Hilary,

There are some days that I just do not understand you. The days when you look in the mirror and actually think you look pretty, or the days when you think that cute guy was looking at you. You never look pretty, and he's never looking at you. Nobody looks at you, and they never will. You aren't worth anyone's time; you are nothing but a mistake. The biggest mistake that was put into this family, into this city, into this world. Get over youself-- no one will ever have you.

Just thought you should know.

The side of you that you try to hide