I was the lonely kid. The outcast. The freak. The dork. The nerd. The geek. The quiet kid. Now, don't think I labeled myself with these stereotypes. I was given these labels. By the bullies, isn't it obvious? I didn't really have anyone to talk to. Well, except my imaginary friends. I was everyone's puppet. Manipulated, controlled. If I died, I wouldn't be missed. Nobody would miss me. They would say, "Who's Paula Anders? Oh, that mute freak that never talked?" I always wanted to tell them I could talk. I did, but only to my friends. My imaginary friends. I was, and still am, that 17 year old mute freak who drowns herself in fairy-tails, fake and imaginary friends, depression, lonliness, and sorrow. I am, Paula Anders.
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