Okay, I already know that I wrote today, but I am really upset. I finished my dinner and got a piece of bread because I really liked it. "That's why you're getting so fat." why did she have to say that to me RIGHT after I was depressed? Especially it being my own grandmother. It really hurts and I wish that she would see that other people DO have feelings. I really feel like doing something I really shouldn't. Do people really think I'm fat? Why does my life have to be so terrible?
Sorry for my depression thing here, it's just I need to get it out. Night all my beauts. I love you.
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The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal
Non-FictionHer name was Zoie. A simple girl brought down to her knees, begging for mercy. Begging to be let go and be set free to live her life without shame and disgrace. Never did she know, that it would last a life time and never end. This is the story of a...
