So say goodbye...

I was sick of it all. The bullying, the names, the remarks- you name it. I was so sad all the time, even when people made me laugh, darkness was just filling me. The kids would throw me against lockers, yelling "Emo!" in my face and smudge the eyeliner so they could then call me a "emo faggot". But then the art teacher "left" (I know that's a lie) and was replaced with a guy who had just graduated high school and things became more interesting.