Just something Kit Kat made up that's kind of depressing... written in her classic style: a tad bit formal, very dramatic, and a little repetitive. Just really deep and dark, this time.

It's written from the perspective of someone with depression, talking to one of her friends in a fight. She talks about other people, too—Kit Kat just put blanks in the spaces left by their names.

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   I hate it.

   I hate that you can see not only how ugly I am on the outside, but also how ugly I am on the inside. I'm lazy, pathetic, unattractive, fat, procrastinating, bratty, sassy, sarcastic, idiotic, inconsiderate, rude, and so many more things.

   You, [ ], sometimes ( ), and sometimes { } (though { } rarely says anything about it) are the only ones who can really see all this.

   To you, I'm transparent, and you can see everything bad that I really am.

   And yes.

   I hate it.

   It sounds so selfish, the fact that I hate that you can see how horrible I really am, but it's true. And I'll admit to it, now and forevermore.

   Some people think I'm a saint. That's okay, but it's not the right term to describe me. I think you know the correct term... but our school can probably see what I'm writing.

   Others couldn't care less about who I am and what I'm like. I'm just a brick in the wall, there but completely unimportant.

   And others see me when I'm having a bad day and just believe I'm having a bad day. They don't see that I've merely let my guard down, that this is who I am on the inside every other day.

   I hate it.

   And I hate that I hate it.

   And I hate that you know.

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