"Rain rain go away come again another day," my mother sang as she glared at me. She hates me. It's just that simple. So simple in fact that I can't believe she hasn't killed me yet. Yep story of my life. You see she thinks I'm cursed, cause ever since I was born bad things started happening especially on my birthday. But theres something else as well. Whenever I cry it rains I can't explain this, it just happens. I say it's a coincidence but people don't believe me, everyone knows I'm the weird one. Yep, well welcome to my world. You ready to read a story about a seriously depressed girl? Sweet lets do this