July 14th (hate, hate, hate)

Last night was all about criticism. I'm in a park of some sort, but there's a party going on. People from high school are there. But every time I see one of them, they point and laugh at me. Then I'm sitting on a bench and a group of three girls who I will not name come up and surround me. They tell me how ugly and fat I am. They laugh and spit at me. I run away unable to fight back. Then I'm at a baseball game where my Dad is playing baseball. He is up to bat and my grandma, my mom, and I are standing right behind him. He gets a strike, turns around to see us, and yells to get out of here. I run out of the park towards a tree across the street. I climb the tree to the highest branch and watch the world go beneath me. There is fighting. Animals are dying. People are screaming and crying. I wake up.