She's smiling, but she's not Okay

They're laughing at me. I just know that they are. What are they criticizing now? My hair? My outfit? Just me in general? Probably all three of those and more. But it's okay, I'm used to it. This has been my life for as long as I remember. I didn't start to harm myself until last school year; when I begun to receive notes in my locker telling me to kill myself and criticizing every aspect of me. But I've got this. I can do this. I will survive. I need to. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Becca. And this is my story