You know there is a reason for my rudeness, don't you? It's not like I don't know how to be polite, it's just that I don't want to. Not to you. I guess you kind of think I'm awesome (I know) but instead of talking about me all the time, maybe you should take a look at yourself. Go to a mirror and look into your own, crystal clear and beautifully green eyes, and I promise you, I really do, you will find something. I know, you need affirmation, and that's why you keep bothering me. Nudge, nudge, tell me I'm a good person. But for the love of everything holy, just look at yourself instead. In order to love yourself, you have to find out who you are, and it's not my job to do it for you. Neither is it your boyfriend's or your parents'. They're the ones who pushed you down to begin with. They're the ones who shattered you, crushed you and spread millions of pieces of you everywhere. Look at yourself. Collect those pieces. You have to, in order to move forward. Look at yourself and see the beauty. I can see it, hidden in there, shattered, afraid to be seen in the critisising eyes of the ones who love you. They're all the same. Shattered and broken. They're all beautiful. You are beautiful. I know I can be rude, I know I cut our conversations short, I know. I just don't like the broken you. I don't like what it does to me. So please, look at yourself and stop bothering me. Not until you find something you like about yourself. Then, you are welcome to call.