crash&burn.

I'm home, finally from The Friend's.

I ate normally the last few days.

Everyone kept calling me pretty.

Everyone.

I almost cried.

Every five minutes, it seemed.

("Oh, is she looking beautiful again? She's good at that."

"___, you always have such gorgeous friends!"

"What a pretty girl you are! Careful, boys are mean.")

Kenny called me fat and The Friend started crying and screaming. "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" and things like that were spewing from her mouth. She grabbed his face and punched him and left a bruise and scratches.

I shrank into the shadows by the movie theater. If only If weren't so huge, then Kenny wouldn't have been punched, and The Friend wouldn't have cried. I'm so sorry.

Yesterday, 115.

Today, 97