Dear Bully,
Do you remember today when you and your friends were at that little diner on Perkins Street? Do you remember how I walked in with my best friend, and we sat at a booth completely on the other side of the restaurant? Even from where I was sitting, I could see you whispering to your friends and throwing looks of laughter my way. I know you were talking about me, and that's okay. Just please don't call me names anymore; it's easier to bear the hate when I'm not confronting it face-to-face.
It did kind of make me feel self conscious about the burger I was eating though. I saw you and everyone else having salads, and waters. Perhaps that's why your body is about ten times more attractive than mine. You're honestly perfect in every way, and that's the worst part of all this.
