10/1/14
Dear Diary,
What’s the secret to being perfect? That’s the question that’s been haunting me lately. It seems that everyone knows the answer to that question but me. There is a boy. This boy is the definition of perfect. He plays the part of a cool kid and everyone loves him. I’ve always wanted to be one of the cool kids. That’s not going to happen until I’m skinny though. All the cool kids are everything I wish to be. They’re funny, gorgeous, and of course, skinny. How do they do that? How do they stay so skinny? He won’t like like me until I’m skinny that much I know. As of right now He’s too disgusted to look at me. That’s is going to change. I’m going to make it change. I will be skinny. One way or another it’s going to happen. No one can stop me. I need him to like me and so, I will start tomorrow. First I will have to make a chart. The chart will tell me when I can eat. Then I will have to set a goal. Now I weigh 152. My goal? 98. I’m gonna get there. I swear.
