Dear diary,
The popular boy started taunting me and making my life miserable again. I was pleased a little bit.
And then he called me fat. He said if I was skinnier, I'd look actually normal.
To say I didn't believe him was an understatement. So that I decided to take control of something in my life.
Food. I can control that. Piece of cake.
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Sincerely, Broken Girl
Short StoryDear Diary, The popular boy beat me up again. He and his friends. I deserved it. For being fat and ugly. And It's true. Everyone says that, including my alcoholic father. All I want, is to have one peaceful day to myself where no one will be able...
