Labels. Everyone has one. Weather u know yours or not. You have one. The popular one, the athletic one, the smart one, and me. The weird one with no friends. I like to sit off to the side watching everyone and everything around me happen. I sit at lunch by myself. By my locker. I hate everyone. If I could I would kill everyone. Then myself. Thing is. My parents think I'm just a perfect girl with social issues. My parents. My whole family is wrong. They don't know me. Nobody does.
I had one "friend" once in the 3rd grade. I told her everything. How I hated life. How I hated everything about life. She listened. She understood. Then, me having my great luck, she ditched me. Just left. Left me for the populars ones. She told the popular girls how I hated everything. And they just laughed at me. And they still do. Everyday they come by me at lunch and say "How's it goin BITCH. Surprised you haven't killed yourself yet!" and they laughed. Little do they know i don't care any more. I don't fucking care. Laugh at me as much as you want. This is my label and there is no way I can change that.
