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Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2015
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves." -Francois de La Rochefoucauled Everything about me is filled with hatred, I bully people, I make people feel like shit. I want people to know what it felt like, I want people to feel the pain that I felt, I am driven by revenge and the need to make them pay. Until he came, he was everything I wanted but couldn't have, he was kind, but wouldn't take shit from anyone. He was funny, but arrogant at the same time. He was Scott McCall, and I was Chloe White. I was lonely. I had no friends. I used to eat lunch alone. They called me fat, ugly, worthless, they talked behind my back thinking I couldn't hear them, but the truth was I did hear them, I heard them loud and clear almost as if the words were screaming at me. My question to you is how much can a person take before they finally snap? Before I stoop as low as the people who made me feel like trash, maybe even lower.All Rights Reserved
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