kittykitty410

Hey there. I am a very weird person with anxiety. I worry about my body. I think I could die from a heart attack later on (even though the doctors say "everything's fine" but I don't think so). Cupcakes, soap, and candles ae be-a-utiful. I LOOOOVE Minecraft yet everything Minecraft themed I want, I can't get. My friends have it way better than me. I have a stuffed animal (it's a Webkinz dachshund named Bandit) that I absolutely NEED to sleep. I can't sleep alone. My iPod is a piece of crap. Dachshunds are the most majestical creatures on Earth. I long for a body like Marzia (CutiePieMarzia). I'm practically overweight. I would give anything for a flat belly. Glasses suck. Need braces but probably won't get any. Barely get anything I want when everyone gets everything. People (my bestriends, actually) don't care about my body and think I'm depressed. Well, I kinda am but I will never tell anybody. Even though I just did...... But I'm not suicidal or anything. "Life isn't fair and today is one of them days." ~My cousin Josh. For me, it's more like everyday. The night before going on a field trip to Disney, I fell and sprained my ankle. I still went even though I thought I was gonna die. My ex-bestfriend who now lives in Miami bullied me about my weight and now I wish I never met her. (Yeah, you know who you are). I have a high IQ (people say) but I don't see how. I am VERY untalented. My friend said she was jealous because I sang awesomely but guess who got the lead in everything because she could sing and dance better than everyone? Her. And in third or fourth grade, I tried out for a school play. I was one of the few who didn't get in. My friend got in, though. To try and make me feel better, she asked our drama teacher why I didn't get in, to which he replies "Oh I have a loooong list why." I'm barely noticed (which is why I'm Canada). Oh yeah, one of my bestfriends (the one who thinls I'm, like, realllly depressed even though I'm not) is a really good artist. So you could either do advanced or regular art for 7th grade (which I'm going into) and you had to get a signature from the art teacher to get in the advanced. We both walk up and ask for her signature and she signs my friend's, looks at me, and says, "What make you think you were getting in?" Gawd, she was a cuss word. AND I BOUGHT HER THE LAST THING OF FLOWERS THAT I COULD HAD GOTTEN FOR MYSELF. "Pshhh, why should you care?" you might be thinking. I care because I have been rejected by nearly everyone my whole life. Even my dad brings me down by saying "you're fat" and "you can't sing so don't try. go get voice lessons 'cause you suck". My Language Arts teacher made us red 1,000,000 words and if you didn't, you would get a horrible grade. I had over 1 mil for like 3 weeks and she didn't notice so I had to tell her. WOW. Notice me much?
Oh yeah, anddid I mention that because of my fatness it's hard for me to stand up if I'm on the floor. And I'm short, so I get pushed down a lot. And I love SkyDoesMinecraft. He's hawt.

Anyway, I should stop before I make you sleep. unless you already are. Ok, bye.