Hey...
Hey again,
Well, today went alright. Except I got a 51% on my Chemistry test and a 63% on my Med. Science test...And oh, wait. Let's not forget what just happened at the dinner table. I was eating dinner and my mom was done, well she got up and went into her bedroom and on the way passed by me and noticed that my stomach was hanging out of my pants. She poked my fat and said 'Wow, your getting chubby.' Then Steve (My step-dad) was like 'Those pants arn't very flattering on you.' And also said 'Your gonna need to lose some weight before you get your belly button peirced.' I was like....'Okay.' And bursted into tears and went to call my boyfriend who then told me to please not do anything drastic. I promised him after like 10 minutes that I wasn't going to and we got off the phone. I then went and took a shower for and hour and now I'm here. Still extreamly depressed and pissed off at the whole entire world because I'm fat. I have acne. I'm fat. I'm not pretty. I eat to much. I don't exercise. And I can't seem to find anything good about myself. So what's the point in even looking? It seems like the only thing good in my life right now is James. And you know what else? He's the only thing keeping me alive...
-Katy
Well, today went alright. Except I got a 51% on my Chemistry test and a 63% on my Med. Science test...And oh, wait. Let's not forget what just happened at the dinner table. I was eating dinner and my mom was done, well she got up and went into her bedroom and on the way passed by me and noticed that my stomach was hanging out of my pants. She poked my fat and said 'Wow, your getting chubby.' Then Steve (My step-dad) was like 'Those pants arn't very flattering on you.' And also said 'Your gonna need to lose some weight before you get your belly button peirced.' I was like....'Okay.' And bursted into tears and went to call my boyfriend who then told me to please not do anything drastic. I promised him after like 10 minutes that I wasn't going to and we got off the phone. I then went and took a shower for and hour and now I'm here. Still extreamly depressed and pissed off at the whole entire world because I'm fat. I have acne. I'm fat. I'm not pretty. I eat to much. I don't exercise. And I can't seem to find anything good about myself. So what's the point in even looking? It seems like the only thing good in my life right now is James. And you know what else? He's the only thing keeping me alive...
-Katy