Hunter: Why when I tell you something that I really, truly mean it but someone else says the same thing you are like 0.0
Me: Oh. Because I don't know. I know you think those things about me. You wouldn't stick around if you didn't. When it comes from a random person, it shocks me that someone could think that about me.
Hunter: No you just don't believe me when I say it, so you think it's impossible.
Me: It's not that. I just.. Idk. I don't believe anyone because of the way I think about myself. It's not that I like... Think you're lying. I just. It's me. I can't. Compliments. I can't fathom them.
Hunter: Why not. Just augh I'm going to hit you!
Me: Because my whole friggin life people have put me down. Even now, in high school, all the guys I go to school with that seem to matter call me Mrs Khan behind my back because I'm the only slightly-attractive fat girl at school. All the friends I used to have dropped me once we hit 10th grade. It's like I got ugly all of the sudden. And not just my physical appearance, but my personality. It's like no one likes me anymore but you and Jessica and everyone else is fake to me or uses me for something. I don't even like myself. Hoe can I when no one else seems to?
Hunter: But I do, Jacque. Is that not enough?