WHY ME?

WHY ME?

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Have you ever wandered why ur hated, being bullied to the stand that you just wanna commit suicide? Wishing you could change everything with a flick of a finger? But no matter what you do, you get bullied even more. You cry for help but all everyone does is pretend they can't hear you. Cry every night till ya fall asleep. Start cutting yourself till there's nowhere else to cut again. Being threatened that if you tell anyone, you'll get beaten up till you die.Being bullied to the stand that you feel like your dreaming. But it is happening in reality.What happens when a girl who gets bullied at a school is sick and tired off the bullying, but can't do nothing about it. This is a sad, tormenting, and racism story. Based on a true story. Read to find out more.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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