Dear bully
I got beat up today. Not by you but by your girlfriend I think. You stood in the crowed watching. You had this look on your face, an emotion. Regret? Sorrow? No you don't feel that way. Why would you I'm your victim. It was probably anger for something I did.
Anyways the girl, who beat me up called me fat, ugly, stupid dumb blonde. I believe them all. I know I shouldn't but I do. So I took a razor to my wrists, my chubby thighs, my overweight stomach. I stood in my bathroom crying. My father drunk out of his shit head mind, passed out on the couch downstairs.
He hates me and i get why, to him I still the same old me. I still am the same old me. I thought I changed I haven't. Oops
~dreamer~
