The failure sits. Her thoughts wander as nothing can reach her mind but the thoughts of her mistake. She stares at herself feeling hatred for everything she has done. She takes in a deep breath and runs a hand through her hair. She stares blankly at the person looking back at her. What is it that she has become. Certainly something must be wrong here because this is definatly not what she wanted. She looks at herself. Her hair falling in her face, eyeliner circling her eyes. She feels so insecure without it. She balls her hand into a fist shoving it into the bathroom counter. She glares at the person staring back at her in the mirror. She hates everything about herself. She knows noone would disagree with her now. She has said and done so many things she regrets. She sits here now mind racing. Memories flood her brain and she tries to keep them away. Only one week and she's already screwed everything up. She really didn't mean for anything to happen. In fact she tried to prevent it. She screams as her failure makes itself present in her mind. Strong urges consume her but she resists. She knows that nothing she ever does is right. She is a reject. Nobody wants her anyway. Not everything put into this world was meant to be there. Her parents think she's a burden. Maybe if she wasn't here they wouldn't have a problem. Her friends find her bothersome. They wouldn't have to deal with her if she wasn't here. Honestly who would miss her if she was gone? She's always messing up. Always making mistakes. She never does anything good. Sighs escape her lips as she sits in this chair.What is wrong with her. Apparently she's nothing. Maybe she can truely make beauty stay if she takes her life. Noone loves her. Not her friends. Noone. Telling her that you'd miss her would just be a lie. A tear falls as she clicks the next button on her Ipod. She runs a hand through her hair pulling her legs up into a cross legged position in the chair. She doesn't know what to do with herself. Doing her best is never enough. Everything she does is just ruins. Nothing ever makes sense to her anymore. She tries to find outlets. But who knows what could happen this time... Signed, The Failure ~Kristina