True story about my growing up being bullied, and how I got my Social Anxiety Disorder. This is a story of how I felt from 5th grade until the end of highschool. I'm still dealing with my bad thoughts though, bu I'm so much better. I just want to show people this to get people to understand how it feels having SAD, and going through it. No one deserves this.

Throw back to some of my crappy poems in 8th Grade. (I'll try to write more up beat ones soon)

I'm a 13yr old freshman who has SAD and I'm also so extremely sarcastic. I don't know what this is intentioned to be whether it's like a short story or a "diary." uhh yeah.

❝A psychopath doesn't just become one for the publicity. They have two objectives, a line drawn from either perfection or destruction❞. Psychology [season one] Copyright © 2015, BeautyAndMarie_

Test I made for psychology. So all the questions are mine.

“I’m insane, because I like blood. Not my own, but others. Is this accurate?” “Yes.” She took a deep breath and for a minute I thought she wasn’t going to respond. Her expression was consumed by some sort of passion as she began her explanation. “Well, if that is the case, so is our country. So is our world. If I’m insane because I have blood lust, then so is everyone that battles in the army, that gets into fights, that watches action movies, that volunteers to work in a blood bank, that operates to save a young girl’s life. If I’m insane, Blake, then so is everybody else.”