Sometimes i think that if one day i didn't wake up no one would care that i was no longer alive, maybe they would even be happy about me no longer being a part of this world or their lives. I mean they think I am the one and only devil. Everyone always says 'Oh, it will stop soon' but it never does. I have had to deal with people bullying me for so many years. I don't know why everyone thinks I am such a horrible person, I mean if they took the time to get to know me maybe they would figure out that I am not such a bad person. Jacob took the time to get to know me and he told me he doesn't get why people say horrible things about me. I feel like anyone who knew me before eighth grade just believes that I will always be that person no matter what. I mean no one knows what it like behind my eyes or behind the mask that I always have up.
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