Dear Nobody,

I want to kill them. I wish they didn't exist.

No......That's not it.

I wish I didn't exist. I wish I wasn't like that.

How many ing times have I heard the same sentence?

That same ing word?

Can't I just die already?

Die......and reborn as a much more beautiful thing.

I'm sensitive. I can't help feeling like that whenever I hear their ty, ing voices.

Everywhere I go......

Every person I look at......

I know when exactly they're thinking about it. Even if they didn't say or tried not to make a disgusted expression, i Just know.

I wish I was a god damn tree.

Or something that no one cares to insult or mention how or what they look like.

But no..............

Like that's gonna happen.

Kill me. Just kill me already. this world, the people with their head brains.

Okay, maybe my life isn't as exaggerated as what I has just made it. But that is what I feel. I'm an absolute sensitive girl who just wants to live a normal life with my friends.

But how can I live peacefully when my life is so full of guys who can't control what they sa?

I'm fat, and I know it.

I tried so many times to lose weight, but my fighting spirit dies right after because I'm afraid people would laugh at me when I go out for a run.

Getting on a diet doesn't work for me. Even if I don't eat dinner for a whole year, I wouldn't be able to lose any weight.

That's just life.

Worst thing is, I'm in love with the cutest boy in school. I don't love him as a lover.....I love him.....like....my own brother.

He has a baby face, pale skin, big dark brown eyes with really long eyelashes and the msot awesome hair ever. He is obviously popular with the girls, and unlike them, I didn't just fall for his looks and cuteness.

I fell in love with his voice. 

He was the first guy who talked to me and made me comfortable the first time in my life.

I can't even act myself in front of my parents. But who cares?

They abandoned me ages ago.

At least I had my uncle, who wasn't married yet. He always cared for me and never mention anything about my weight.

Because he didn't care what I look like.

He still loves me.

I do have friends too. They're always supporting me.

But they're not always there when something happens.

Like today after school.

It was the first time I met Yoseob.

And the billionth time I heard that same sentence.