ren I wrote her once, but she never answerd.

She doen't know me, we've never talked; and yet I must be so repulsive to her that she won't even writte back. I won't writte her again, every time I see no response I see the uglyness in myself, and I feel so disgusting. My reflection in the expresion I see on her face everytime I close my eyes is killing me.

I don't even know why she should hurt me so much. She is a complet stranger.
There is just something about her that makes her so much better than me, or is it something about me that makes me so much less?

Hello, Sandra. I never meant to sicken you. I'll stop writting now.
what's it to you?
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