Dear Diary

Day 3

Dear Diary,

I was repeatedly punched and kicked again. This time by my angel. Him... Him with his fake group of friends.

It's so obvious they're fake, though. I don't know how he fails to see it. But, what confused me the most was, as he walked away with his friends, he turned around, my tear filled eyes locking with his beautiful green eyes as he mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. I'm confused. Confused as hell.

I went to the doctors today. They told me I have to start eating more because I'm weak and losing muscle. Losing too much weight, but I don't listen.

My mum is beginning to worry about me, but I think I'm fine. Just eating a lot less and getting beat up almost everyday at school for being who am.

School is just a fucking excuse for hell. They tell you to be you and when you do exactly that, you're beat to a pulp by your fellow peers. The irony. They say they'll support you and that if you need anything you can go to a counselor, but then what? What happens after they can't do anything about getting beat up, being judged, and being harassed? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

-Louis T.