You know what?

You make me feel like i'm the ugliest girl in the world. You make me feel like i'm really, really, really, really, unattractive. You make me feel like I own the world's most unusual personality. You make me feel like a bundle of failures, a puddle of unattractive goo, a sack of crap.

And you know what? You know what?

I still like you.

Because you know what? Every time you just seem to notice that i'm alive, breathing, capable of feelings, and I exist

You make me feel pretty.

And I like that feeling, you know?

You really are something else.