Forgotten || Matthew Espinosa Story

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Matt caused all this bullying, all this drama, everything.

People hate me for once being his best friend. They hate him as well, they all think Matts this 'pretty boy', who is lost in all this fame.

Honestly he isn't, but everyone says he hates me so I guess it's true.

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After school I got home and ran into the fridge to get ice for my stomach.

Once I was in my room, I lifted my shirt up and saw the huge, purple bruise that has formed near my hip. I pressed the coldness on to my skin and laid down on my bed.

I took my sweater off revealing the cuts on my wrist. Old scars and fresh new marks. This is the only way I can feel something, I hate crying, I hate feeling like shit all the time, so I just cut to get my mind off of it.

But it's always hidden.

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I scrolled through twitter on my phone, I only follow famous people, because everyone at my school would probably be talking about how much they hate me or hate Matt.

I saw Matt tweet about going on vacation or something. I wasn't really that much interested into him.

I hate him. So so much.

'Why don't you just unfollow him on twitter than?'

Well, I would but I still miss him.

I wish I could go and hug him, but I wish I could go stab his eyes out at the same time and tell him how shitty he made my life become.

I got a twitter notification. Great... A tweet from one of Ashley's friends.

It said: "why don't you just go and die so no one has to see you anymore. no one would miss you anyways."

There were more tweets getting sent to my phone.

"You're a fucking loser"

"Matt hates you"

"You're A-frican bitch😂"

More and more tweets were being sent. They think it's funny to push me closer and closer to my breaking point.

I put my phone down and charged it. I changed into a hoodie and some leggings and took a nap.

I want this to end. I just want to leave.