i don't know where my first entry went. ? So, My life, well i am 14, grade 9 and youngest child out of 3. My sister was troubled, liked to hit me and my mom alot. i had bruises every other week. no one noticed. big surprise. I have experience some things i won't wish on my worst enemy. i had to call the police on my sister. i had my hair pulled out and a knife held to my neck. sometimes when i think back, i wish she would have just done it, sliced into my neck, and put an end to this beautiful thing people call life. beautiful? yeah right. this is hell. I have been beated up with fists,words and eyes. i have been looked at up and down and been hated before i said a word. i have been treated like this plague by best friends, and i have been forgotten many times. sometimes i feel like my personality is invisible and all they see is a reject. I wonder what things would have been like if the doctor hadn't have had dirty fingernails, and if my mom had gotten her tubes tied. would i have a different life? would i be alive ? Will anyone love me? i already know the answer to that. no no one will. no one will see past the silouette of a fat monster. that is what i am. i know it. All i am is the loser in the back of the classroom with pain in her eyes. A life full of hate. a waste of air. This is what my diary is for. So i can be real, but even if i tell you everything. you still wouldn't have a clue of who i am