Dear bully,
Today I went to counseling. She played a game were I name four things I like about myself. If couldn't come up with four she said that's okay. So I did what she said.
• the shape of my face
• my clear skin
• the way my smile looks
I couldn't find anything else. That was hard enough as it is. After that she leaned forwards and asked me about my home life. I decided to open up to her.
Maybe she could help. Although she'll never understand..you know what ? I don't care anymore anyways.
So I told her everything. From being born and my mom doing drugs until this year when she died. My dad leaving me this year too. Living with two or three different foster parents. My brother moving out. I loved him and he left me here alone. I old her everything.
I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks. She hugged me.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Historia CortaAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
