How is it beautiful outside when it's miserable on the inside?
I guess it's the same way I fake a smile every day; when my heart is really ripping into pieces.
I wasn't always this way. It just sorta started and never ended. I wasn't popular but I had a lot of friends; I was making good grades, and I wasn't screwed up. But that was in the past. I wish I could go back to the past and start over.
Most people don't see when they're hurting someone. They're blind. They can't take a hint. But their words are strong and powerful.
I still don't know why I let myself listen to them, but I did. And that destroyed my life.
Bullying is not always what it seems. Bullying isn't the guy that wants to take your lunch money or the girl that wants to start a fight. It's not always that simple. Bullying can be as small and simple as kicking the back of someone's seat because you don't like them...or laughing when they fall and trip. Or leaving people out of conversations. Or bumping into them purposely. Or "jokingly" call them a name just to make everybody laughing. Bullying can be as small as that, and whether you realize it or not, these things add up over time and effect a person. It doesn't feel good to be treated poorly, in small ways or big ways, it never feels good.
Those small things caught up to me in High School and crushed my life.
