She's the one I had to share a room with.
She could of been the death of me.
She always called me fat and ugly and stupid.
She was never okay with herself so she made me hate myself.
I already hated myself.
I hated everything.
I wanted so bad to be dead.
Nothing bad can happen to you when you're dead.
There's no drama no problems no chaos no pain.
She would always make fun of how I don't eat real food.
She would say "oh working on a diet you little fat ass"...well whatever she says I don't care anymore.
