i'm actually really scared for my friend. she thinks she fat. she's not. i know fat. cuz. psst. i am. man, it scares me because she's so pretty. but then i think, man i wish i had that power, to just stop eating, or if i could figure out a way to make myself throw up. man. i'm messed up. I think that one day, i'll figure out a way. i want to be smaller by grade 12. think i can do it? i don't. i sincerely don't. I look in the mirror, and i think, man. i am going to be this way forever. like forever. i'll be lonely, and hateful. Today was a waste of a day. i'm totally pissed off, because my fucking french teacher is a bitch fuck. she said i need a new poem because it' too short. fucker. it's not too short. she just doesn't want me to get a good mark. she wants me to fail every fucking thing i try. I'm not sure what to do. i'm so fucking angry, and so fucking sad, and so fucking anxious, and so fucking numb. God, i don't know what to do. When i am queen, you all will see, the patron saint of self injury