So my dad is nagging me about me straightening my hair all the time. He's like, "What's the point of you doing that? You're killing your hair, and you're going to be bald. Besides, you need to be skinny to look decent."

I cried. I ran away for that day. I hated him.

And what's even worse,
is I believe him.

Even the doctor says I'm fat. xD Great. Now I need to lose weight to look at least 'decent'. Does that mean I look bad already?

Oh, and I hate this kid I used to like. Yeah, that Adam douchefag.
He was all flirting with me and crap, and then I walk to find him doingnastythingswiththischickonthecouch. He even told me he liked me.
That jerk.
I hate guys.
Forever.
I give up on them.