Dear diary
Two years ago i came to this high school. You had a victim. They left. Now im your victim. How many victims are there? Who knows. You split my lip and fractured my ankle. You pushed me to the wall and strangled me to unconciousness. The last thing i heard was ypu and your group laughing and another blow to my head. You walked away with insults... am i really that ugly? Am i realy that fat? I guess i am.
-victim #?
