Girl: Hey
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... Ithink I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you... maybe anothertime...

From then on, the girl kept asking theboy "Why not?" whenever she saw him,andhe kept answering the same answerof "I'll tell you later." Finally thegirl gotfed up.

Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes!
Boy: It's because you're uglier than freak! What's the point of going outwithsomeone when they're not pretty?!(The nerve!! soo superficial!!)
Girl: But... I...
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!

The boy leaves and the girl is sittingthere alone, crying her heart out.Then her cell phone rings.
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to gohome, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: ByeThe girl heads home and once she gotthere, she went in the bathroom andlookedat herself in the mirror.
Girl: I'm not pretty enough...She set to work, knowing fully wellwhat she was going to do. 2 hourslater, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find thehallway flooded so she knocked on thedoor.
Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
She opened the door and was shocked atthe site. The bath was overflowing ontothe floor, and the water was tintedred. She walked over to see what wasinsideand screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police whensomething caught her eye. On themirror were these words written inblood: "Am Ipretty enough now?"
No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know.A person's appearance doesn't count.What counts is their heart inside ofthemand their personality. No one wants tobe told they're not good enough...


I found this posted on my bulletin on my friendster. I feel so sad for the girl and so goddamn freakin' mad with the boy! I wish I was there to cheer the girl up. We're on the same road!