(excerpt from Andys diary)No one likes you.I thought Asians were supposed to be skinny.Youre so ugly, Id tell you to get surgery on your face but even that wouldnt help.Dear Journal-That-I-Bought-With-My-Own-Money,The vulgar and harsh words above, used to hurt me. But after hearing them every day for the past three years, I guess Ive gotten used to these empty verbal abuses. I know, I know, if you were the older sister that I always wanted but never had, youd say, "Why dont you do something about it?"Is it weird that Im not angry or mad at them when they yell at me? Im rather amused.I used to be VERY overweight. As in, double-chin-no-one-could-see-my-eyes fat. Then in sixth grade I broke down and was so frustrated, until I realized it was my fault. I was obese and everyone was just saying the truth in a loud, mean way.I had dark, waist-length hair with emo bangs. As I screamed, HWAITING!, I cut it ALL; (Well, not all of it cause that would make me look like a butch, not that Ive got anything against them) up to my shoulders; and on top of it I pierced my ears and began exercising at least two hours every day for an entire summer.I dieted, ran and joined sports, (though Im basically a social outcast, hence my superb anti-social skills). Even though I wasnt super-model skinny, (T.T seriously, no one who is a normal person is that slim) I was- in a healthy way- less than average weight.    When 7th grade started up, people probably noticed and didnt say anything. Fortunately, they stopped with the Whos your boyfriend, Fat Boy? jokes. Other than that they just began teasing my face since that was apparently the only thing about me they could now hate. But I definitely am not bitter about it, I find it wasteful that they use all their energy to try to make me feel horrible, instead they should be doing something more useful and not use up what little brain cells they have to think of a rude comment.There have been many pranks also, but Im not really bothered. Id only become concerned if they tried to kill me. Other than that, -"what doesnt kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller..-" You couldnt see me but I was bobbing my head and moving my hands in the air. I only act like this when Im alone because if Aunty saw me shed think I was having a seizure. *sigh* No one understands true talent these days.My arm feels like its been shot. Not that I- *arm tired.Night. ForewordThe bell rings to signal the beginning of class and I yawn inwardly, counting the days until I leave this boring cesspool. "Okay class, today in History we will be learning about the Korean War." Ms. Lee Yoon Ji drones, in a perfect recitation she most likely practiced to herself in her flashy BMWs mirror.I take avid notes, writing every word she says, like an interviewer not wanting to miss a single sound bite.In other words, I looked like the nerd I am clinging onto my pencil as if my life depended on it.Believe it or not, this is one of my favorite classes, the teacher makes us take notes 19 out of 20 classes, the other one is  when we partner up to do an activity. Meaning, I get to avoid physical and social encounters 95% of the time!Wow, I really am a loner and will probably end up at the age of 20, in a Victorian-styled castle, due to my being a billionaire from a scientific discovery, filled with the latest technology and 15 different cats and dogs which I will most likely name after philosophers or greek/roman goddesses.Without even realizing it, the bell had rang and I automatically moved to my second period. Opening the door, I walked into an empty classroom.Almost empty, if you minus the two teenagers sucking face on the teachers desk. I thought for a moment, why would they do this when an entire class full of people would be entering any second? Then realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. The curtains were drawn, windows closed, and the door, Im assuming, was carelessly forgotten to be locked. My cheeks reddened at their intimate embrace and their locking lips. I silently cursed myself remembering that today was one of those funky schedules that the PA system announces at the last moment. It must have been the first recess, lasting 15 minutes.Fifteen minutes, you naughty, naughty children, I tsked shaking my head.This has been going on for 5 minutes, I cant believe Ive been staring!I try my hardest to just creep out the door as quietly as possible. My old-as-the-bible shoes squeak and I wince, as it sounds like thunder clapping in this quiet room. Please dont notice me, please dont notice me, I chant mutely and cross my fingers. My eyes are on the door when I hear-"Hey dont leave! Dont you want to join in?" The guy asks in a husky voice, his lips swollen from kissing the girl.