When I entered the building for the first time, I knew no one. I thought I could start fresh from my mistakes, but I guess not. My use to be best friend ruined it all. She told everyone all that I had done the year before. I had no good friends in that time. Like any popular kids wanted to be my friend, they all thought I was weird. They talked about me behind my back. It was hard being looked right through. No one ever saw me. I made friends eventually, and they're still my friends. Near the end of the year I found a good friend, a popular kid. She was actually nice to me and didn't look at me weirdly like all the others. We could talk for hours upon hours if we had the time. I was her friend once, and I was happy. She was someone who saw past the lies told about me...until I made a mistake. This mistake she couldn't see through.
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RandomThis is my story, my life. It's not some stupid poems, it's an actual story without rhymes. It's all my feeling put into one. I've had some trouble with accepting myself lately. I want you to know that if you are feeling down and not worth, you're w...
