Dear Die-ary...

Or do they? Do they really? In my opinion, no. Or at least, not mine.

For you see... meh. Imagine this, OK, imagination is fun. Imagine, you walk back to where your friends are, after playing tennis. You make a single, simple, harmless (to no one else, that is. Heh) joke about your weight, exaggerating it pretty wildly. You expect them to laugh, as they always do after you make a wise-crack remark. Instead, they agree with your statement, and use it to make a demand. This demand is, put simply, to be anorexic.

Now what kind of 'friend' asks you to put your life on the line? I should've expected something like this from two snobbish sh1ts who are good at PE. Yes, I'm quite prepared to call them snobbish sh1ts, in their face or behind their backs. They make out that I'm the biggest BLIMP in the whole school, which, obviously, I AM NOT. Would anyone who knows me knows me, like to disagree with the 'I AM NOT' bit? Go ahead, sure. Cast your votes now. There are many reasons as to why I'm like I am, I am not overweight, no, but for some reason they think I am. In fact, about last month I remember an insult which wasn't meant to be an insult, or at least I don't think it was meant to be one. Nikki asked me, "Bobbbb, have you been eating chocolate again?" And someone, I don't know who, but I think it was Becky, said, "Why? Is she bulimic?" Ouch. I don't think it was meant that way... Maybe, maybe not.

Does not yet explain why they want me to become anorexic, though. Is it that they want me to be in a critical health condition so they can be better than me (for some reason)? Or worse... do they want to kill me?? Maybe they do, maybe they don't. Maybe, they're so goddamned sick of me that they want me to disappear off the face of the earth, leaving no trace of my exsistence? That's... maybe it. But, you know, they BULLIED me into becoming anorexic, saying, in effect, that if I didn't get the deathly eating disorder, that I will have to stop being their friends forever, and they won't talk to me until I fit into society (by becoming anorexic).

So, fine, if they want me to become anorexic, then I will. No eating for me until I'm 'socially acceptable'.

Shame really, because it's chicken burgers for lunch tomorrow. Oh well.