Prologue of "Dear Lars".
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Hey guys, the next couple of chapters will be the letters in the PAST. So, that is why the title is: Prologue of "Dear Lars".
These letters, in the plot, were written in 2009. A year before the main story. So please bear with me. Thanks.
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Dear Lars,
Today I feel terrible, and yesterday, and the day before. It's continuous, it's depressing. I don't like it at all. It made my heart hurt in a twisted way and it made my head hurt. It made me hate myself.
I kept asking; why?
Why don't I look pretty, beautiful?
Why am I so damn fat?
It's hard as hell, Lars. I keep starving myself and then my stomach strains and all I did was eat more. I hate it, Lars.
My fat thighs stare back at me, it's mocking me Lars.
I know if you were to actually read this, you'd think I'm crazy or I'm that pitiful fat girl.
I'm kind of grateful that you're not real Lars, but at some point I actually do need you. I need you to listen to every single word and don't judge.
I think I'm at that starting point of puberty and terrible self-consciousness that drags on for days, months, years.
I really hate it, Lars. You understand don't you, Lars?
I think you don't because you're a guy, but it's a pretty big issue for girls like me. I don't like doubting myself. Oh, I hate this.
Love,
Cassie.