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dear it has happened before diary,

and it will prolly happen again, but not on my watch. i don't even wear a watch. watches are gay. not literally of course- but they look happy on my wrist- so happy- they just stand out. i have my old swatch watch from when i was a kid- it's over at my dad's. i loved that bitch. my wrists and ankles are so tiny that it just looks funny when i wear watches or bracelets or any kind of arm or leg jewelry. i cant draw anymore attention to them than i have to. i think i was supposed to be a skinny skinny. my ass and hips never developed- and i waited like everyone said. i did get the boobs- just not the ones like all my aunts- and i never got the thunder thighs- i never got any thighs at all. yep, i'm pretty fucked up lookin. but- thank goodness i know now there is worse. i'll just keep on wearin my socks and sandals- and my boots and shorts (to hide my bony little ankles) and let other people think i am just a dork. i'll save money on jewelry- maybe get earrings for my fat head- or take that money and buy new tarot cards- and have my fortune read.