It starts with the burden of getting out of bed. Heaving myself up, just to go somewhere where no one understands me. I brush my teeth, knowing that they will always be stained. I feel my heart drop when the perfect shirt I found to wear for school has grown too small. As I'm carrying my stuff to the bus, I realize that no one can ever sit beside me because of my size. I arrive at school and wobble to the doors. I have friends, but they're all only friends with me to say they have a fat friend. Suddenly I miss my bed, and wish I could have stayed home. The classes pass by quickly because I goof around fakely the whole time. That's the only way people will talk to me, is if I make them laugh. It's funnier if they're fat I guess. All of the teachers despise me, and I always feel bad about it in the end. I go home and start eating, reminiscing on my past. On how I have no real friends. I can't stop stuffing myself, it's like a curse. As the dopamine hits, I feel a relief of the pain and stress. I can life for a purpose. I wish someone would realize that I don't just want to be a clown. I want a friend. I want a lover.
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Teen FictionIt's hard being the fattest kid in the entire school. Knowing that wherever you'll walk, you shake the people beside you. When you do jumping jacks in gym, everyone laughs. People undermine you just because of your size. Having to change your person...
