December 12th, 2013
I named this story uncut for the fact that I simply dont plan to cut things out. I suppose then, that I should tell you my story.
I guess I've always felt this way. Ive always been made of ever since I can remember. I never fit in with everybody else.
Fifth grade- At the beginning of the year I felt excluded. No one talked to me very much. I then figured out that I had to do the talking. twords the middle of the year I realized that people are beginning to talk to me more. I've made friends. I was in a group or "click" with five other girls. I was still made fun of but it was less. this was one of the best years of my life.
Sixth grade- sixth grade was a terrifying yet humorous experience. I sat at the lunch table with the same friends and even more. I was happy, for awhile. people began to fight with me, and make fun of me. I just brushed it off. Now, looking back at this I laugh. Not because, I was made fun of but, because I was so vulnerable. I was really weird.
Seventh grade- Most likley the worst year of my life. My friends at the table left me. I had to start over. I sat with five people. They were really nice. Everything was okay until I met him. But when I met him I didnt know a her was attached. The her was not his girlfriend(I was), she was a thristy overly attached friend. The boy was a year older than me, an eighth grader. Boy wasnt I cool
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This girl ruined my life. She would tell him rumors about me, destroying our relationship. She would threaten me. She told me graphic things she claimed she did to my boyfriend. This went on for a long time. He broke up with me after 3 weeks. I swear to this day it was the girl who persuaded him. I begged for him back. and eventually I gor what I wanted. The girl harrassed me so much. I then started to cut. I went to see a therapist. It went well for a while. Until, I tried to kill myself. I then broke things off with him and went on with life, still being harrassed by the girl.
Eighth grade- What a rough start. I was tough for a while until I met someone new. His name was Eddie. and we had absolutley everything in common. We talked for a long, long time. We would talk on the phone for hours at a time, and text each other all night. I loved him, and we wernt even dating. He got me through everything, things even died down then.
Eventually he asked me out. On Valentines Day to be exact. I was madly in love. If I knew what that ment. A month later, I tried to kill myself again. Another fail. Sadley. I cant even exactly, remember why. I broke up with him. And the year went on smoothly.
Present- I was talking to this guy. He was aboslutley perfect. He asked me out yesterday. I said yes, of course. The next day he said he wasnt over his ex. I still tried, and I dont know why. He doesn't want me. I know. Who would? He told me just now that he's sorry he led me on. Well, fuck you too. I told him I would give him his sweater back tomorrow. Little does he know I'll spray it with every perfume I own. He'll never be able to forget me now.
Good luck getting the perfume smell out, asshole.
