In the beginning life was great. I was a happy little girl that wore dresses and played with cars in the dirt or inside I would line up dollhouses in a circle and sit in the middle with a bunch of barbies but I didn't play with them like girls did I sorta torcherd them haha. But I grew older to soon realize that my dad was a lier and never came around. My siblings didn't either and my sister whom I lived with became lazy and stayed glued to the tv all the time. But because I was young I guess I didn't mind. When i reached middle school I became the victim of bullys and yes I was bullied in elementary school but it didn't actually get bad until the start of middle school. See for some reason the only year that was more harsh than any other year in middle school was my sixth grade year. I was bullied harshly and I didn't have any friends. I'm surprised because of how bad it got I didn't wanna disappear but that feeling comes later.
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The Victim:..(
Non-FictionThis is a book explaining my past up to the future. Also explaining more of what most don't know about me. Depression, self harm, eating disorders and more are involved in this story. Please don't judge and enjoy. Also comment anything you want but...
