Lonely and Loathing
How did I end up like this? A teenager, almost an adult, and I still have imaginary friends, imaginary places in my head because I can't connect to anyone. I hate being fat and I hate being lonely all the time and I hate being hideous and dumb and being this stupid little girl that everyone says is a grown-up. I wish I were, I wish I weren't. I don't know what I wish. Maybe I just wish I wasn't, period.