I knew it. I knew they would call me a freak. I should have never told them. They took away my privacy, they look at me with pity, and I have to suffer though it. It's my fault. I should have done this by myself. I've lost everything now. My family, friends, even my teachers think of me like a child that has no home. However that is what it feels like. It feels like I was betrayed by everyone. By my body, my family and friends. I should have never trusted anyone. I should have never told them about my depression.
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RandomThis is just a bunch of random scenes, no story line or anything special. This is just my imagination, so I wouldn't suggest you read it.
