8.03 AM
I'm staying home again. I'm sorry. I still look ten times uglier with my Bermuda Triangle pimples. I just couldn't. And now it's basically the weekend. But I can't enjoy this early freedom. Because I don't feel free. I feel like I'm not allowed to enjoy this. Not allowed to have fun. Play sudoku, watch YouTube videos, no. Study? Yes. But I just don't want to. I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm fat. I'm ugly.
10.21 AM
My mom asked if I'm upset with my appearance. I told her the truth, which is a big, fat yes. She said not to be. Confidence or self-worth or what the hell ever isn't something you can just switch on and off like a freaking button. At least not for me.
I could never love myself. I could never be confident with my appearance. Not when I look like this. Not when I'm this useless. Wasted space on earth, that's all Lisa Prescott is. I feel bad for my parents. They shouldn't have had me. And I feel bad for myself. I never asked to be born. If God asked me if I wanted to erase my existence and all of my memories and turn me into nothing, I wouldn't hesitate to say yes. Nothing I've ever experienced is worth remembering.
5.43 PM
I feel like crap. I'm ignoring Stephanie's calls. I'm not in the mood to listen to her friendship drama or explain why I haven't been in school.
I've only eaten four bananas today. Okay, maybe four bananas are a lot of bananas, but that's not the point. I just don't wanna eat. I'm too fat. I may be hungry as hell, but my stomach growling makes me feel like I'm skinny although I'm not.
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Dear Nobody
Teen FictionWith oblivious parents and a disinterested friend, Lisa struggles in silence as her life goes downhill and hits rock bottom. (Please read 'Note' for TWs and useless information)
