Ok so let's start from the beginning so basically like 5th grade. My name is Danielle but my friends just call me Dani if I had any , anyways I was born with clubfoot which basically means my foot was deformed when I was born trust me it's important to know. So in 5th grade I had a friend named well let's just call her bri, so bri was a good friend we had each other's backs and everything until sam came around (and yes this is a girl ) so bri would follow sam around and do everything she did so I just kinda felt left out then I met a girl named Astrid she was my bestest friend ever we did everything together until her ex best friend started to get jealous and hate me. I didn't know what to do she would talk bad a about me just full on hate me and for some reason I hated myself because I thought I was the one who stole Astrid from her I didn't want to be the person who stole a girl's best friend so I hated myself for it not only that bri was being a full on jerk to me and I hated myself for it and now looking back it was stupid I shouldn't have trusted bri so fast
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Reasons Why I Hated Myself
Nonfiksithis is a story about how I hated myself and reasons why it's a little hard to talk about but I can manage in the cover is me I may look sincere and happy kind but inside I'm dying of hatred for myself ----------------------- ⚠️TW⚠️ self harm diffi...
