Stuff, stuff, and more stuff.

Okay, I have to tell you peeps some stuff. I am really really really REALLY insecure about my appearance. I was never the perky blond of the class, or the pretty chick who had guys beating down her door. I was the wallflower, who was picked on by everyone - including the adults. I had to quit my band class because i was being harrassed by people. Even now, after actually quitting, I'm still being picked on. No one in my school likes me, even my friends.
As you can see, I'm a little insecure about myself.

So you can probably assume my dad telling me to 'get my fat ass in the bath' didn't make me feel better.

Sure, he said sorry about it after he said it, but some stuff can't be taken back with one word.