There have been countless moments where I have come home and lay in my bed crying, crying my eyes out because I wished that I could just start my life over. I cried because I wished I didn’t look the way I do. I let tears fall from my eyes because I let a boy make me feel like I was nothing. I wanted to disappear like most of the people in my life had. But after a while, I stopped. I got up from my bed, and I walked to my bathroom mirror. I was infuriated with how I had let these things affect me. I looked myself square in the eyes, and I told myself to suck it up. I realized that no one was destroying me, I was destroying myself.