You are disgusting.
Sickening.
Pitiful.
You are so self-centered.
So incredibly vain.
You're laughing at me, I know.
But vanity has many faces...
And why else would you complain constantly about your looks?
You are so obsessed with yourself.
We offered you sympathy.
Acceptance.
Love.
But you spurned it.
Was it only because you wanted more?
Over and over again,
I told you that you weren't a monster.
That looks didn't matter.
But you didn't listen,
because I didn't matter, did I?
Only you mattered.
You and your stupid "cure".
Now that I think about it,
maybe you are a monster.