merry fucking christmas.

Not only am I a fatass (read previous novel), I'm a failure (also, previous novel-post).

All my life I've just wanted to fit in. I can't even fit into a size 9, how can I ever expect to fit in? 

I'm always the awkward one in social situations. Always the one who never knows what to say. I wish I could be one of those girls who just doesn't care, doesn't have these goddamn self-esteem issues. But I can't.