*phone buzzer rings*
7:20am.... That's usually when I start my day. I try to sleep a lot. Because, let's face it. Some nights I feel like I never wanna wake up. I rolled out of bed. I replaced last nights thoughts with something to look forward to. Like breakfast. I made myself some bacon. Because bacon is happiness in the mornings. Then, I got my outfit. I had to wear a sweater to cover my "battle scars" it's harder than you think. Making up hoping that theirs something to look forward to. School is awful. I hate it. I get judged their too often. Even the teachers make fun of me. The only person I could talk to was the councilor. She understands me. But, one day she found out about my scars and marks. Some were fresh. She called my mother. Oh how sad she was. Knowing her little girl wasn't what she thought. But, I guess that's that. I now take anti-depressants. And I am home schooled. But, I HAVE to see a councilor. It's hard. I can't imagine the others with the same "disorder" as me staying in hell. (School) but, I can tell you. One little thing is a good thing to look forward to.
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Different Perspective
Historia CortaThis story is about different perspectives of life.. In each chapter you will go through a lot of meaning of strong and their lives.. Enjoy.
