Dear diary, it's me.
I feel like shit again, but they wont see.
They wont hear and they wont quess.
They ask if I'm fine, I'll say yes.
I'm always fine, always smiling,
but even smiling gets tiring.
Tiring, to get judged.
Friends judge and give you a verdict.
They made you an beauty addict.
Tell me again that I look fat, and I look like shit.
Is my face okay, or should I go and hide it?