Bullied (Princeton Hate/Love Story)

Bullied (Princeton Hate/Love Story)

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Bullied… Beated… Bruised… Hurt… And always Depressed Bullied. I hate being that Bullied I have a bully called Jacob F**kin’ Perez Many know as Princeton . who is always hurting me physically or emotionally Hurting me. and If he ain’t trying to kill me then Well I don’t Know. but I can’t talk to anyone about it I can’t tell my mom cuz she’ll make it worse and I normally tell my sister and my brother everything but I can’t. I’m depressed all the time. I cry every day. I wear make-up every day to cover up my bruises. I’m Not happy. I think every day Is my death day or funeral day. And to make my life even worse than it already is I’m stuck next to that boy for nearly every class I have apart from. Dance, PE, and Art. and to make life better than it already is we are locker
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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