Dear diary,
Why does school exist?
Is it just to torture the unpopulars?
Just to embarrass me?
Harass me?
Make me feel useless?
Unwanted?
Bad about myself?
Make me sad?
Angry?
Depressed?
If I knew, I would tell you
I'm so done with the people who treat me like crap
People tell me to do stuff I don't want to do, but I have to do it because they yell at me and embarrass me in front of everybody.
Why does school exist?
Xoxo
Peyton
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Xoxo, Peyton
Non-FictionMy name is Peyton I'm 14 years old I'm a dancer An actress A pianist Daughter Sister And friend I'm depressed. Deal with it! Writing is my getaway This is me writing about how I see things thorough my eyes Also some goodbye letters to my fa...
