Okay let me just start out this book by saying I didn't write this just to write this I wrote this because I want my voice to be heard. For me growing up was hard people always picking on me because I was a little bit on the chunky side and didn't have the hottest trends of clothes. I never , ever will. Understand why people care about the material things in life I mean when u die no one is gonna care about the things you have they'll care if you contributed anything to them. Honestly I think half if the world is so messed up making fun of people just because of there pigment or there sexual orientations but you know haters gonna keep hating on you. We have so much hate in the world but where's the love? That's the question I really want someone to answer......half of the time there is no love... But you see maybe that's what I'm trying to change the love in the world! I sometimes sit at my house wondering what people are doing if there are people dying,if my friends are doing stuff bad to there bodies....like you don't know how it feels....oh you really don't know how it feels to be me......going home to a family that's always calling you fat having a dad who fucked your whole family up , having you even be a fuck up taking stress off by popping pills almost, waking up in places wondering how u got there, cutting your wrist feeling , feeling like your a fucking physco! I done everything wrong except drugs......I'm not perfect no one is really....but u still don't know how it feels to be me. Walking down the school hallways having people behind u taunt u laugh at you, calling you out of your name saying stuff like hey fatty or hey dipshit or omg I love this one hey you retart! No one in the world has been threw what I been threw I guess what I'm trying to say is you just don't know HOW IT FEELS TO BE ME!
