I was always by myself, never had friends. The only people that ever talked to me were teachers, telling me I needed to be more social, I needed to express myself. Why? What's the point when nobody even likes me. I'd talk about how much I liked to draw but who listened to me? My parents? Yeah. My teachers? Yeah. My peers? No. They didn't care, I was the weird anti-social girl, with the out of style clothing and the dirty brown messy hair. I was different, and they didn't appreciate that. But will now, they will if they want to live another day.
