Dear Me,
I hate you.
You're a attention seeking, annoying, fat arse, emo little girl. If you honestly stopped throwing yourself a pity party about how you want to die, maybe you would already be dead. I would like that.
I mean look at how ugly and pathetic you are! With the fat chunks on you're disgusting body, which is covered in crazy people scars. You only cut for attention. I mean, just kill yourself already. I hate you, you hate you, hell the whole world hates you. You aren't important and you're just a waste of space.
From, Me.
PS. Go die whore.
YOU ARE READING
Ugly
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