Keila POV

About a month later.

My eyes watered as I stood in the cool breeze. I didn't know why it was happening again, me, breaking down, again. My heart ached, I just couldn't bear it. I walked to school, the same every morning, but today was different.

I was having another breakdown, another one, again. I'd been breaking down a lot more lately, I knew exactly why, but at the same time, I was confused. Now, I spent my time hanging out with new people, and it felt strange, maybe it was just me changing.

I don't know why but recently, I had felt like I wasn't enough. I wasn't pretty enough. I wasn't smart enough. I wasn't creative enough.

I wasn't good enough.

My heart only ached when I thought of this, and I thought of this every day. 

I walked on, wiping tears and hair away from my face. I knew of my friends being hurt, I knew of myself being hurt. I knew of all the painful nights I'd spend alone. I could always recall my nights where I'd cry myself to sleep, it became regular to me, too often. I knew of people putting me down, I remember myself putting myself down.

But what stuck out most, was how much I hurt myself with the thoughts that flooded my mind.

I kept on going with my day but the only thing I could hear, the only thing I felt was the sadness spreading around to me, but there was one thing that stuck out, my 'sore thumb.'

That I wasn't good enough.