Dear confidence

Dear confidence,

Where did you go? I can’t even remember what you feel like... I occasionally get glimpses of you, but then you go away again within an hour. I look in the mirror and I understand why I have little to no friends... I look at my personality and I wonder how I’ve managed to keep the few friends I do have... despite having nearly perfect grades I feel like a failure. I’m not short or tall so I hate my height. I’m not fat or even curvy, but I’m far from skinny. I don’t have long legs or even skinny legs. My skin is better than it has been in the past, but it’s still far from perfect. I’m not the kind of girl who gets noticed by guys or anyone else really... I’m no one. I can’t help but think maybe I’d be better off just disappearing all because I don’t have you.