Why am i here? What's my purpose?

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

I just want the pain to end.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.