Dear reader,
I remember the times you called me beautiful. I believed it at that time, but not anymore. Ever since I walked in on you and that slut doing the deed whilst you were still mine, I knew that everything you said to me was a lie. No, I am not Beautiful. Upon seeing that, all I ever thought of was this: Sabrina, you should go kill yourself, nobody would care anyway. Plus you're doing earth a favor. You're giving space because you're taking up too much, you fat bitch.
I squat here in front of the toilet vomiting my guts out for you. Just for you.
-ST
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Little Pencil Notes
Teen FictionAll of us are hoping for a happy ever after. We all want to live the dream, but let's face reality. Not everyone lives a happy life. I am Sabrina Thompson and this is my story.
