Note to SelfDear Self. We were good together; a team of one and for the most part I didn't mind you but in the long run you let me down you pissed me off you broke my heart I wanted to make it better but you wouldn't let me You made me wait until it was too late You know what, Self? I'm sick of you. I'm sick of what you made meI'm uglyand brokenand unattractive to even myselfI'm a liar and freak and self-loathing monsterGreen and self-centereda wilting flower I want to be pretty (but I cant) I want to be perfect (but I cant) I want to be painted in gold and flo