Dear Diary,
I'm so depressed about everything and I hate myself majorly. No one likes me. I'm ugly. I have a nasty zit in the middle of my forehead. Even my friends don't like me.
OMG. Harry is sooooooo ignoring me big time. Maybe I'll write him a letter, yeah… a letter he will never see! It's brilliant! Maybe I'll feel better after I write down all my feelings.
(This is a corny letter to Harry that he will never see)
Harry-
I wait all the time hoping that you'll call me even a prank call would suffice. I think about you all the time. I know you think I am a loser because all your friends (Besides Ron) think I am. I know you think I'm ugly and I think so too. I know you think I wear ugly clothes. Everyone thinks I do. I wait all weekend to see if you will call me after Clara's Birthday. And I have one question, if you knew I liked you, why didn't you just say anything. I know why. Because you hate me and I'm ugly and stupid and I'm only a step away from Barbara R. (biggest freak ever). An I know that for me, you're a dream that will never come true. I wonder that if I disappeared, would you notice that I was gone? But its isn't likely that anyone would notice. Not even My friends. They don't like me. If they did, maybe they would ask me to hang out with them instead of just telling each other where to meet and just telling me that I wouldn't want to come. But I do. Every group of friends has one person that they like to pick on sorta because they're not the same. Too bad that person just so happened to be me. In preschool I had no friends. I played by myself in kindergarten. I was friends with three people and Paul B. was already being mean to me and I had a boyfriend. My first and probably last and just in case you and your friends are wondering, I know I'm a loser-like freak but I don't care. And one one tells me anything. They all call me a loser or some shit like that. But I can take it. I'm not weak like those people who snapped and brought a gun to school and started to shoot everyone. If I didn't something like that, I think there would not be a person, besides Ron left on this planet. And I am not good at anything I'm stupid and Ugly so I sit here alone every day and night of the weekend hoping someone would call but no one does so I sit here and write things down. That's why I have so much stuff written in my diary. I am not every good at writing stories either. I'm not good at writings songs either but these are my thoughts. Some times I feel like of the time I'm thinking about things that I won't say. I'm not a person who says the first thing that pops into their head. I usually wait too long to say something and then I wish I would have.
I wish I were able to say hi to you. My Friend Burma Says If I talked to you I'd stop liking you but she hates me, so I can't exactly believe everything she says. Now all my friends are moving away and I'm here to stay. But I just want to say that I really like you.
From: Ginny, the loser