Prologue
Dear Diary,
If someone told me a year ago that my 'friends' would do these things to me, I would have laughed at their face. Yet here I am, contemplating their posts on Facebook, which - as you all know - is one of the most popular networking sites. These words were the reason I felt my eyes brim with tears. It hurts. But what hurts the most is that they were the people who I used to call my 'friends'. Why would they be the ones behind all of these?
"Ugly."
I looked in the mirror. They were right.
"Worthless."
I wasn't special; I wasn't unique.
"Bitch."
Maybe that's why I had no friends.
"You look like the old woman in Snow White."
I laughed at that one. Now I was getting compared to Disney movies.
All those months I suffered through depression, all those moments of just glancing over a few messages meant I had to endure the pain that I felt inside, all those times that I get scared when going out of my house, because I might see one of them and all those nights I spent crying myself to sleep.
Did they even consider how I felt? How I feel? No. And to all of them who didn't even hesitate to judge me, do you even know the whole story?
The answer to that's a no, too.
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~Natalia xx
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