three years ago, my father left my mother and me and my mom doesn't even pay any attention but, that doesn't bother me anymore. I'm sixteen now and I'd bet you understand a few things like bullying, Cyber bullying, physical abuse or with just words, either way it still hurts I guess that's why I have to take depressants and I'm called emo in school. I miss when nothing mattered, when Dad didn't leave mom for a stripper half his age, when mom was just a stay at home mom that made cookies, when people at school were not bullied for what they wore, their weight, etc. But now we're teenagers, we have pimples, phones and are judged based on these things, it's hard and I can't stand it.
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Dear Diary,
Teen Fiction'Dear diary, this is is Layla again' I wrote as Mister Awed took attendance and Trevor looked at me, making teasing faces like the jerk he is 'sometimes I wonder if people would care if I was gone' I closed my diary and locked it, looking at my ba...
