Just leave me alone...

I found a paper from class that Brandon's roommate had doodled on while I was at their apartment. He had drawn himself, his girlfriend, Brandon and I. I was drawn twice as wide as everyone else.

It's one thing for me to think that I am fat. It's entirely different to know that someone else does. And it's also entirely different to know that someone thinks it and felt the need to draw it on paper like it was funny. I know I'm not skinny. I've never been skinny. I will probably never be skinny. But why does that matter to him? Why is that funny? How long has he been laughing about it and I just didn't know?

I'm so sick of people saying horrible things. I already know that I'm fat and that I'm not cute. I don't understand why people feel the need to make fun of me and say these things to me. Why is that fun for people? It just hurts so bad to already be thinking these things about myself and to find out people are saying them about you. I've been so depressed lately and this is the last thing I needed.