When I was younger, I used to have a real family, passions and just a beautiful life.
I didn't understand what was pain, like real pain.
I liked to paint, to draw, to sing and stuff.
I was excited to go to school.
When I had to go to elementary school, People started to bully me everyday. I didn't know why, I wasn't different at all.
I never had a real friend. They were practically all laughing because I was ugly, fat and all the things you can think of.
The best friend I had in first grade (the last I had) started to laugh at me too with another girl.
It continues everyday now too.
I don't have passions, I don't want to go in school, I don't want to go back home either. I don't have friends,
