They say cracks let the light in but really they just let the blood out. My luck with life is bad but I remained unshattered. Unloved was my natural state after all. Everything made me hate myself, loathing everything I did because I wasn’t good enough. I never made the A team and my A’s should’ve been A+’s and the 99% should have been 100 my one wrong answer should’ve been none my tangled hair should be straight and smooth my acne covered skin should be clear my full stomach should’ve been flat my arms should be stronger my legs should be thinner my brain should be dumber my mouth should be quieter. Nothing I ever did was enough. I was an easy target because how are you supposed to love somebody who doesn’t love themself?