Dear Bully,
You have been bullying me for 4 years now. 6th grade-9th grade. You left a cupcake and potato chips in my locker with a note-
'Hey look. 4 years. For this special occasion, I packed your fave meal! Fattie'
Why do you hate me?
Is it my fatness?
Maybe my ugly face?
I sighed as I cut four lines across my wrist. My regular routine.
