RunawayRachael

I'm surrounded by a never ending cloud of sadness.




 

Not many people hate me.
I'm nice to everyone, and I only get called names on occasion.

But I hate myself.
So I constantly put myself down.
Nobody ever understands..

Maybe I'm just crazy.
Or maybe, this is normal..
But I don't really know what normal is anymore.

I hate seeing all these skinny girls in swim suits with perfectly flat stomachs and no stretch marks.

Then I go home and take a look in the mirror, and I see that I'm exactly the opposite.
I have a muffin top, stretch marks, and a belly.

I hate this.

I'm fat.
I can't stop thinking that.
I weigh 136 lbs and I'm 5 foot 4 inches.
I can't stop thinking about my weight..

I cried about it yesterday, because everything I put on made me feel fat.
My mom screamed at me for crying.

I just wish I could be skinny..

I 

feel
  
 DEAD.


 

Everyone in my family always yells at me.
Every single thing I do, I get in trouble for it.
I'm sick and tired of not being alowd to go places and do things just because my parents have to do stuff.
Im done trying.

Trying to hide my tears is alot harder when I'm with alot of people.




 

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