Life can be trecherous

Sometimes, I give up hope. Don't deny that you never do, because no matter how perfect your life is, there's something not right. No matter how long I look in the mirror and tell myself, "You're beautiful. Don't let anyone think otherwise. You're so gorgeous and everyone loves you," I can't feel like I'm important or pretty or funny or anything like that. What I'm trying to say is, hopefully someday I will be able to look in the mirror and see beauty inside and out. Someday my heart will be pure of blackness and my countenance will not let this martyr shine through. Love yourself as much as you can. Don't feel gross because you have a pimple. You're beautiful.