Love is dead. We are cured, but are we happy?
Therese Albertine Louise Robinson (1797-1852)
Loving Unworthily
Dear Ashley,
When I sleep I hope not to wake the next day. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you never died or if I had died in your place. Sometimes I wish I was in a coma and this was all a big dream so it could end, so my life could end or so I could start over.
I hate going to school. I only get judged by everyone, yet I also hate coming home. When I come home, I'm only judged more then yelled at and blamed for everything. I get called selfish and dumb all because I am the only blonde in the house. I'm called a whore, skank or cunt by friends and parents because of how I look. I try and act all tough but it's not easy when I look in the mirror and see an ugly, obese girl who no one loves. When someone mentions weight or that I am gaining it, I want to cry.
I almost cut myself once, but I stopped. I always try and change my appearance to feel like I am pretty, but it always backfires. I feel like no one understands me. I feel alone.
2.13.13
Jesse Hires
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all the things I never got to tell you.
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