I never have a clue as to how I begin telling this story. You would never know it by looking at me, I look so happy and comfortable in my enviorment. You could never guess that I hurt, starved, and hated myself with such a passion I longed for the cool, absolute grip of death to take me far far away.
I tell this story simply for the reason that I see the pain in peoples eyes and all I want to prove is that things get bad but no matter what it will get better.
In7th grade I was a short, skinny, and weak girl with braces. Obviously i wasn't the most popular girl to begin with, but I hat plenty of friends. That is until I got in a fight withy a A-list plastic girl. That is sort of when the harassment begins. I say harassment because I hate the word bullying, it sounds so elementry but when you are being told to go kill yourself it just dosen't seem to cut it. They were cruel and relentless, I just wanted to quit.
I know it is a terrible start. give me a break I am going to re wirte!
