Tuesday, 17th March 2015 - 3:47pm
Every time she looked at me today, her eyes narrowed and her hatred was made clear. I don't understand how she can hate me, it's not like I could steal him for her, he's already made how he feels about me clear.
The bus is really crowded. I hate it. I feel like everyone's staring... But they probably aren't. I can't steady my breathing. The kid next to me is giving me a weird look. It feels like everything is caving in on me. I hate it so much!
Someone noticed the scars on my thigh today in the change rooms. They asked me what they were from. I lied, told them it was my cat. They looked disapproving and disgusted.
I feel so sick. I can't wait to get off this stupid bus, away from the judging eyes. Back to the safety of my bedroom, back where no one can see me loose control.
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