Dear Diary, Today I called her fat and ugly again, but I did not lie, how could I let her go around thinking she’s beautiful, when she’s really not? Today I told her that she’s an awful person. And she is. She goes around trying to please people, but how could she ever be good enough for them? Today I told her that she’s unloveable. How could someone love her when her existence is a burden to everyone? Today, I looked her in the eye, and I told her she should die. What does she have to live for anyway? And she did. I saw the life slip away from her eyes until there was nothing there. Just an empty stare. Satisfied with the pain I caused her, I turned away from the mirror and walked out to start my day.