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Lifes shit.

Girls are awful.

I keep getting called ugly

People keep telling me what's wrong with me.

I never thought I was perfect.

I'm sick of being hated.

Everyone hates me.

I don't even know what I did.

I keep getting attacked by these girls at school.

I wish they'd leave me alone.

They make me cry.

They tore my remaining self esteem to shreds.

They are beautiful and perfect.

They are the girls that get the hot boyfriends.

I'm still single.

They are the girls who can do whatever they want.

I obviously cannot.

My history teacher didn't believe that those girls are mean to me.

Until she saw it.

They laugh at me.

I don't know why.

I just want them to stop.

I don't like going to school feeling sick in the stomach.

I don't like the nervousness.

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