12.1.19
Dear You,
I'd be lying if I said that what you put me through wasn't absolute hell. Though I didn't know why you hated me, it's not like it didn't hurt me. Those days when you'd dump containers of beetles on my lunch hurt. Those days when you'd laugh when you saw the looks I got in the hallways from your texts at attempting to ruin my life worked. It was never ending. It's like when rivers flow, they never stop, it's an ongoing cycle. It's just natural, really. That's how your never ending bullying felt to me. It was second nature. If anyone asked me if I remembered the day you spray painted "slut" on my locker, I'd say yes. All that you put me through hurt me emotionally, physically, and mentally. Insecurities built up. That isn't implying that I haven't overcome them, but they've been handled. Everyone knew that you hated me with a passion, but no one knew why. Not even your best friends, it just sort of added more to my misery. All Alexis & Indiana knew was that you hated me more than your split ends, so they did hated me with a burning passion as well. They went out of their way to make me feel queasy inside just like you did. But, their doings weren't nearly as bad as your's. About to be four years of this mess and I'm proud to say that I'm still here.
Sincerely,
Embry
