(excerpt from Andy's diary)

No one likes you.

I thought Asians were supposed to be skinny.

You're so ugly, I'd tell you to get surgery on your face but even that wouldn't help.

Dear Journal-That-I-Bought-With-My-Own-Money,

The vulgar and harsh words above, used to hurt me. But after hearing them every day for the past three years, I guess I've gotten used to these empty verbal abuses. I know, I know, if you were the older sister that I always wanted but never had, you'd say, "Why don't you do something about it?"

Is it weird that I'm not angry or mad at them when they yell at me? I'm rather amused.

I used to be VERY overweight. As in, double-chin-no-one-could-see-my-eyes fat. Then in sixth grade I broke down and was so frustrated, until I realized it was my fault. I was obese and everyone was just saying the truth in a loud, mean way.

I had dark, waist-length hair with emo bangs. As I screamed, HWAITING!, I cut it ALL; (Well, not all of it 'cause that would make me look like a butch, not that I've got anything against them) up to my shoulders; and on top of it I pierced my ears and began exercising at least two hours every day for an entire summer.

I dieted, ran and joined sports, (though I'm basically a social outcast, hence my superb anti-social skills). Even though I wasn't super-model skinny, (T.T seriously, no one who is a normal person is that slim) I was- in a healthy way- less than average weight.    

When 7th grade started up, people probably noticed and didn't say anything. Fortunately, they stopped with the 'Who's your boyfriend, Fat Boy?' jokes. Other than that they just began teasing my face since that was apparently the only thing about me they could now hate. But I definitely am not bitter about it, I find it wasteful that they use all their energy to try to make me feel horrible, instead they should be doing something more useful and not use up what little brain cells they have to think of a rude comment.

There have been many pranks also, but I'm not really bothered. I'd only become concerned if they tried to kill me. Other than that, -"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller..-" You couldn't see me but I was bobbing my head and moving my hands in the air. I only act like this when I'm alone because if Aunty saw me she'd think I was having a seizure. *sigh* No one understands true talent these days.

My arm feels like it's been shot. Not that I- *arm tired.

Night.