Friday, 20th March 2015 - 4:00pm
I wish people wouldn't yell at me. Especially for things I haven't done, like eat. But seriously, who cares if I'm not eating? More food for those who want and need it. I've got enough fat on me that I could give all the starving kids in Africa a few kilos and I'd still have too much.
It's just sad that people don't realise how much their words can affect a person. Like, my step mum has indirectly called me fat a million times in the last fortnight and it's like "yeah, I know I am. I'm working on it for you."
I hate seeing siblings getting along really well because it reminds me of the fact that my own siblings wish I didn't exist. They express their feelings towards me daily and I get the message.
They hate me.
Funny thing is I hate me too.
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