They called me ugly. They said I was too gruesome-looking to amount to anything in life. But when did the way I look dictate my life. I didn't want to believe them but I did. I believed it all.

A tear falls as I stare into the reddened liquid swirling within the bottle, clutching my suicide letter tightly in one hand. I wish it wouldn't have to end like this. If only...

If only.