it’s been quite sometime since i’ve written something that can reduce me to tears. today, i wrote about what it’s like to be an ugly 8th grader. i put it on bittersweetheart.com, because it’s not something i want to see here when i come to iwilldare.com. i thought about just writing it and ignoring it, not sharing this thing i had written. but then i think about all the comments that Fat Girl gets, all the solace it seems to provide people, and i know that i can’t keep my ugly 8th gradeness to myself.