I woke up from my dream. I thought it was real at first. I wish it was. It was so great.
I was the popular girl at my school. Everybody worshiped me, All day everyday, I dated the nicest guy in school and everybody listened to metal core, rock, and hard metal. It was great. I wish that dream was real, but unfortunately my alarm clock woke me up to reality and I had to go to the death pit called school.
I got dressed in my black skinny ripped jeans, my Of Mice And Men tee-shirt and my Pierce The Veil hoodie. I stuck my iPod into my double pocketed hoodie, plugged in my headphones, listened to music and walked to school.
I really wish that dream was true, because I got bullied more than ever today. People knew. People knew about my scars. I don't know how they could find out. How?
There was one boy. One boy who came up to me and talked to me without being rude. He said he knew what it felt like to be bullied from self harming. He said " I've gone to school with most of these people for over 4 years. They've know the entire time. I've actually thought about suicide 12 times. And tried to overdose 5 times." I felt so bad. All I wanted to do was hug him until things were better, and I'm going to have to say he was quite handsome.
