I’m sitting in the bottom of my shower, crying. It’s been a long time since I curled up and I wasn’t able to distinguish between the water trinkling down my face and my tears. ten…twenty…thirty mintues pass and the water will turn cold encouraging me to get out of the shower.

By then, the fog on my mirrors will uplift and I’ll have to look at my own face. Red, puffy, and a slight frown in place of where I usually display my fake smile. My throat is raw and scratchy, my nose stuffed. My head, clouded with thoughts weighing down on my mind.

What was it about me that made me feel this way? It wasn’t that I didn’t like my crooked teeth, or my bland brown hair. It was my nature. I didn’t like the fact that I would try so hard, to have no returned effort. I became too nice, too sweet. All I wanted was people to think highly of me, and I got what I asked for, but at the cost of my mental health.

I was someone, who asked for nothing, and gave everything in return.

And now I want to take it all back.