It's ok you got a bad grade. It's ok you're not skinny
and have bright eyes ans don't fit in a size 4.
It's ok boys don't whitstle at you (I mean,
you're not a dog, are you?) It's okay that you're friends
are leaving, because if they were such good friends,
they'd be sitting with your trying to not make you feel like
shizz.
It's ok that your parents shout at you, their trying theur
best and I don't think they remember how it feels to 
be a teenager anyway. It's ok you feel as though you've lost
yourself, everybody does from time to time. 
It's ok to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself
that you're not. You must remid yourself that you are veautiful, individual,
a rplica of nobody else.
You're you and that's damn well good enough for me.