He loves my heart shaped sunglasses

     People don't like me, and I care too much. 

                                                                                              I think I'm not liked for good reason, I can't pronounce words, my voice is light and shrill, I talk too much, I walk weird and even more I can't list. So I think it's understandable really, I get why people don't like me.I just want to hop on a bus and disappear from all my problems, maybe then when I change my name and move somewhere far away, I'll be adored by everyone. I'll take the next bus to a foggy town, My name will be Pearl and I'll work at a perfume counter. I think then maybe, the people who hate me now will forget about me. I just want them to leave me alone.

“The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.”

“I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar