Fat. That is all I see as I stare at my monstrous reflection in the mirror. Is that thing that I see starring back at me truly me? How can a human look so much like a creature from horror movie?

Ugly. That is all I hear. Those perfect angelic creatures that seem to be sculpted by Michael Angelo himself all stare at me in disgust. Those beautiful people who lash at me with their cruel words. Who avoid me as if I was a Lepric man. Am I really such a burden?

Tears. That is all I feel rolling down my face. When was the last time I smiled? When was the last time I felt anything but despair?

Death. That is all I want. Everyone tells me to get lost. There is no ro for me here. I am all alone in this misery. So let me end my pain. Let me find some peace. Please death, won't you become my friend?