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i will be mentioning some other stories from fourth grade, but those were the main two points i believe.

now i'm in eighth grade,
hated by some, loved by... close to none.

i am::
freak.
emo.
goth.
wannabe.
fake.
poser.
every name in the book.

and its not too enjoyable.

i have a few reasons to live,
but lately they seem to vanish one by one.
friends dunt always stay. they can come and go.
enemies, trust me.
they stay.
guys, they're difficult to predict.
one day its "i love you always and ferever."
next its a fight.
"frenimies"...
well i'm too the point where i dunt wanna see their face anymore.

"i tried to scream ******** you but blood was pouring out my mouth</3"