You know, up until I was 14 I had very few birthday parties. Way less than the average girl. Now it's either money or a small homemade dinner with ice cream for dessert. I stopped getting cards from family when I was 12. My dad always says why celebrate one year closer to death.
My dad is't my favorite person in the world, probably my most hated. I wouldn't bat an eye if he had suddenly dropped dead. I know what your thinking, how could i not love my dad.
Well I'll tell you. He says that bisexuals are the same as pedos. He calls me overweight, fat, husky and chubby. He calls me slutty when I wear a light red lipstick. He says I dress like a whore when I wear high waisted skinny jeans with a crop top. He hates my friends, saying that I just follow their example.
I am my own person. So what if I don't believe in his god. He has no right to tell me what I can and can't do. I hate him. I wish he wasn't my dad.
Okay. Back to me.
Sorry for rambling on about my dad.
So I was confined to my room for 4 days because my family thought I had COVID. wasn't the best days of life but at least I didn't have to get up.
School started on my birthday. And I hate it.
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A Chubby Girl's Diary
Non-FictionSo I know that descriptions are everything, but for me I don't know what to write here. This is just me writing my thoughts on things, or if I have a really bad experience. I don't know if you will enjoy this, but please don't judge me or how I writ...
