Life is confusing. I mean i never expected, i would be so fucked up, that so many people hated me and wanted to ruin my life. Like it's a routine, in high school, they don't expect that they are leaving you scars for the rest of your damn life. I just wanna scream at them, show them how much they have hurt me how many times i have gotten beaten up, emotionally and physically and how they have ruined every chance, when there has been a chance i almost might have gotten an friend.
Words hurt, people are fucked up.
But i decided to not be that lame kid, who would tell a teacher and it would "stop" no they never stop just after school they start beating you because you told.
Revenge is sweet dear people.
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Written in 2016, being rewritten in 2019.
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The Lonely Kid /Rewritten
Ficção GeralI bet there was always this kid, at your school who was lonely. Oh well who i am to talk to you? There's always that kid. The kid didn't have any friends, everyone would just laugh, bully, beat up the kid when they got the chance. Bullying makes...
