By the time I get on the bus I'm in tears. WHY CAN'T I DIE?!!! I don't want to be here I just don't. Why can't my name seem to stay out of their mouths ughhhhhh, great here come the tears again. I can't do this anymore I just can't.
A/N: hey guys thank you for all the reads I'm doing great and this story is 99.9% fiction. This part of my story is mostly nonfiction. I wish people would stop talking about me for once. But other than that I'm doing great. No, I do not want to die. Have a great day and be nice to yourselves!
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DEAR BULLY
Novela JuvenilI remember my first day of kindergarten I said hello to you and you hugged me randomly. I remember first grade you held my hand on the play ground to make sure no one hurt me. I remember second you said you couldn't hang out with me anymore because...
