In grade 3 i was really quiet so i couldnt make any friend so i wouldnt hurt any one. It was really easy but hard at the same time. I then got bullied by two people. A snobby little girl who was probably anorexic and a stupid little bpy eith no manners or respect. Oh god all i wanted to do was hit them in the head so hard with a frying pan that they would die. Yeah i know wierd fascination right. Well i dont care they were rude bitches that shuoldnt be here. I never hit them or stoud up for my self.
By the end of the year i was done with their bullshit so much that i wanted to beat them senseless. But i didnt i just left them alone.
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The death of you
Horrorhave you ever wounderd what it would be like to have someone elses heart in your hands, to see their blood spilt on the floor, to taste the taste of blood. their blood. well i have and this is my story.
