the white light

why am i like this

i wasn't always like this, i used to be the happiest little girl: "mummy's little angel" my mum used to call me. i was happy most of my life, little humps and bumps down the line but i got through it. dad was never around so it was only mum, and we were okay like that. just her and me.

when i went to year 7, things were steady. i had a large group of friends so things were okay. i thought we were all civil, but clearly not. they spoke behind my back, but how was 11 year old me supposed to know? i had one close friend in the group, chloe. she told me everything. showed me all the messages, "i hate her", "she's so ugly", "why is she so short", "she looks like an alien". i broke down.