That’s what I feel right now. A little, fat pig. I don’t think I need to lose weight, really, but I always eat so much and then feel guilty afterwards. Anyone ever get that? My skin is breaking out. I’m slipping back into my “sadness phase”. I’m so… not right. I have no curves so,I’m like poker straight and my school uniform makes me look like I’m super fat. So, I don’t really need to lose weight, I’m average, but I’m going to watch what I eat and I’m going to wash my face every day and I’m going to wear skirts again to look better. And I’m going to try and be prettier and I’m going to get more confidence and I’m going to be happier and I’m going to try harder and I’m going to practise more and I’m going to be perfect. Except I’m not. Because I never am. I feel unhappy and unloved even though I know I have this family that loves me very much and friends that care very much about me. I just feel like somebody used me earlier.