They killed me. Not my “baby”, but my happiness. I thought that this would be over, that they grew up since the sixth grade. But they didn’t, and they might never will.
I don’t really think the rumor hurt me, but just the fact that I thought it died, and it didn’t. I really wish it could die. I just want to stab the rumor in it’s heart, and have all the hate and blood pour out of it, and hopefully don’t stain the carpet.
I know there’s someone out there who will yell at me for saying this, but I just feel that there are many more people that hate me, than love me. And I have no idea who doesn’t really care about me. But their rumors hurt so bad, and when your told them enough, and treated like them enough, you eventually believe them. I used to wear makeup everyday, because I was called ugly. So then when I wore makeup, I got called ugly. Then I thought, “What’s the point of even wearing makeup, I’m ugly with or without”
It’s like Narnia. When the kids go back to Narnia like, 3,000 years later, the trees didn’t dance, and the bears didn’t talk. And when they asked why, they said, “After you’ve been treated stupid for so long, then eventually become stupid”
I’m just so sick and tired of this. Almost to the breaking point.
you are VERY pretty. And if ppl can't see that flip 'em off & go your own road... if ppl can't let go of the past they're idiots for letting their heads up their butts too long. you're a wonderful and unique person don't let any1 tell ya otherwise... if they do i'll throw my shoe at them :-D ^-^
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