I see myself as Rapunzel. Locked in a tower all her life. Except that my tower is different, it's a tower of depression I'm trapped in. I have few friends, and most hate me. I have been through so much crap I lost count. But, whatever. I still get up each morning (even if I feel like I don't). I try my dang hardest to survive daily bullying, being pushed around, and having people twist my words just to annoy the hell out of me.