i was stupid.
i believed that the counselor would understand.
the very people hired by the school for the students could help me right?
and once the words started flowing, i couldn't stop.
first it was just about the quiet boy from math.
then it exploded, like a snowball rolling down the hill of my life.
adira, jem, the names spilled out.
he looked at me, condescendingly, pityingly.
"kids will be kids" he said.
"ignore them" he said.
"they don't mean it" he said.
they might not mean it.
they could be joking.
they are just "kids".
but it still hurts.
it still hurts when my best friend isn't my best friend anymore.
it still hurts when every day my self esteem lowers.
it still hurts when i'm considered a social pariah.
it still hurts when i'm all alone, by myself.
it still hurts.
a/n: "kids will be kids" "boys will be boys" "girls will be girls" NONE OF THAT CAN/SHOULD EVER BE USED AS AN EXCUSE FOR AWFUL BEHAVIOR. if we're all equal then act like it. period.
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Historia Cortathe various reasons of why roz park has decided she doesn't want to live anymore. not all tales have happy endings. ↳ extended summary inside #nomorebullying © 2017 isla, @nymphetriot / all rights reserved
