any time Link !
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aww thanks you’re so kind :)
i wish there were more people like you .. :/
but thank you so much :3
you guys really help me with these messages :)
wow sorry .. im a little tired (probably not cause it’s 4am …) and i somehow got really emotionnal , remembering all the bullshit i usually try not to think of ..
im just gonna sleep and hope i’ll be fine tomorrow :/
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aww , you guys are really making me cry .. :/
thanks for being some kinda there for me .. :$
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oh god i really am crying now :(
you’re so sweet omg …
i wish there were more people like you :/
thanks for being that kind :$
I was born on September 20th 1997 . That’s when the nightmare began ..
I was not like every other children , I was born different ..
I got many surgeries that left me some horrible scars , scars im still ashamed of ..
You’re probably thinking “oh , she was only physically different , no big deal!”
Well , that’s false .
Then, school started …
As a kid , it’s usually easy to make friends .. but I didn’t have many …
People would call me names , pick on me , steal my stuff , push me , manipulate me .. I still don’t know what I did to deserve this shit !
All my life , I’ve been treated like shit by people who didn’t even know me , who haven’t even tried to know me ..
I’ve been judged for some reasons I still don’t get ..
I’m in 10th grade now , still constantly being judged & picked on ..
I’ve never even talked to most of my bullies , they just hate me for some unknown reasons ..
Last year , I had to change classes because everyone would pick on me and call me names and they’d never stop !
I cried everyday , at first it was at night , and then I started skipping classes to cry & cut myself in the restroom at school ..
I was close to suicide when the principal finally let me swich classes with a random guy ..
I’ve learned to not give a fuck about people’s opinion , but what people say still hurts me .
It only take more for me to break and be all depressed .
I don’t know why people hate me ,
but I guess anywhere I’d go , they’d still hate me for some unknown reasons ..
I must just live with it … :/
I now have scars , all over my wrists and ankles .. Everytime I see them , I remember all the suffering & shit I’ve been through , they some kinda remind me the worst things are past , and that life’s worth living , even though it can be really hard for some of us ..
Everything’s now way better than it use to be , even though it’s not a good life .
If I’d kill myself , I would’ve died not trying to make anything better , died from lazyness …
This is getting way too long , and you get the point of this story .. so good night , Tumblr .
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*oh , and no comments about me looking some kinda drag queen-ish haha x)
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aww thanks :)