dear journal,
I'm totally sick. all of my bodily fluids are vomited up. this sucks complete ass.
hopefully I won't have to go to school next week. oh, dear god, please don't let me go back. I can't. it's hard. I'm the only normal one. and that makes me not normal.
maybe if I had friends, I would be fine. but hats not the case. nobody accepts me. I'm just the girl that sits in the corner. I wish I could just run away from it all. just like that.
but I don't want to run away. I can't. I would have nothing, which would be even worse.
wait.. hold on journal. I just got an Instagram DM.
someone just invited me to a party on New Years. maybe I should go. no...i'd be fucked. I'd be a wallflower. and I'm sick. yeah, it's not gonna happen. I missed dinner, lunch and breakfast all today. I'm just not hungry.
I hate myself, so it might just be my mind telling me that I'm not hungry, but in reality I'm starving myself. I'm too fat for a boyfriend. I can't even get a boy to like me. it's impossible. I'm too ugly.
I have low self esteem, and low confidence in myself.
I'll try to become better journal.
