Trigger warning.
You know the usual for the 100th part.

Well guess what.
I'm still crap.
Nothing has changed.
Not surprised by that.

My hair has not changed.
My face nor their features.
Still as boring as I was.
Nothing like you creatures.

As stated nothing has changed.
Thus I'm still fat.
But hardly eating by day.
Trying to change that.

My eyes no longer glitter.
Guess one tbing has changed.
They are now dull.
Almost like litter.

My hands are still crooked.
But that's how I was born.
Guess from an early age.
My life was deformed.

Now my cuts
Haven't changed much.
My legs are more scars.
Hidden from eyes

However my wrists.
Have taken quite a bit.
But it's winter now.
So now one shouts foul

Now as introduced last.
My neck is misshaped
It's actually getting worse.
But it's more of a curse.

Well something positive.
I still love my freckles.
And they're still there
So there goes the hate shackles.

And as always my sunset hair
And my skin so fair.
But that's not enough.
For my hate to be taken by care

So there you go my friends.
My hate diary.
Just another update.
Perhaps one day it will fire Me.