I'm the ugly sister I'm the horrible daughter I'm not even the second choice I'm the "leftover" I'm not the clever one I'm not the skinny one I'm the talentless one I'm the "why are you even here?" I'm just not good enough
I'm this type of girl I smile all day and act like i'm perfectly fine but at night I break and cry I don't want to smile but I do anyway it's sad and funny not even my closest friends know it's a fake smile.
unknown to those who do not know them well - they hold themselves to an even higher standard than they do others - which is nothing less than the standard of perfection and internalize failure in a deep and hidden way." This me!