*edited* 9/24/17
Dear diary,
Today was bad again, they pulled my hair and called me names. Slut, whore, bitch, freak, just go kill yourself. Their words swirl through my mind constantly, what did I do to deserve such a fate? I never did anything wrong, yet they treat me like the enemy. They poured milk on my head and dumped their lunch on my clothes. They laughed at me and the principal did nothing, he never does. What makes me a freak? Am I that ugly? Of course I am, I turned all my mirrors facing the wall. I haven't seen my reflection in 9 years, when this living hell began. Why can't I be pretty like everyone else? Why, why, why!? Will anyone ever tell me? I'm doomed to my solitude, the bruises on my pale skin growing larger each day. My hope is barely there, on the outside looking in. Someone help me, funny I would think someone actually cared for me.
Sincerely,
Little miss freak
A special thanks to SarcasticSkittles for the cover. It's amazing and fits what I want this book to be perfectly.
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Dear Diary
Short StoryThe tales of a depressed bullied girl in high school. Her words straight from her diary, she never expected anyone but her to read them. She has a name but they all call her a freak, a slut, and any other cruel name they choose. she's bullied and t...
