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Dear Chronicle,
                     What's the point of living when there's nothing left for me in this world, I've got no friends, no one to talk to, everyone thinks I'm a freak all thanks to one person who's suppose to be my rock..Jesse.

School's not any safe haven for me, its more like hell. I get bullied, mocked at, people call me all types of names, use any adjective they feel its worth deteriorating on me like weirdo, freak, loser, ugly. They don't stop there they tell me to jump a bridge, end my life, they tell me no one wants me, I was a mistake, I was never meant to exist.

Don't worry, I didn't break down. I could handle their words, it stabbed badly, it really did, they became a melody that taunt me everyday, they were encrypted in my memory...but I was okay, I could handle it.

Even in the mist of all this hatred, Jesse watched on. Once in awhile he would join his friends to hurt me but its okay, I'm okay.

But how long can I keep deceiving myself...

Love,
RAE.                                                         

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