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Alexy1619
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Well,I guess that's just the way I am,then.
I'm a girl who is destroyed by her peers.I was strong for two years now,but now its really getting to me.I'm not retarted.I'm not dumb.And I'm not stupid.Why do they want to say that stuff?Is it their goal to crunch me down in the dirt and cover me in it,laughing in my face when I fall?
Just yesterday this guy in my class had a funky pen that looked like a carrot,and had a pompom on top of it.I asked him
"What the heck is that?" then a guy I absolutley despise said really loud
"What the heck is that?!" and pointed at my face.A bunch of people laughed,and you couldn't tell how humiliated and vulnerable I felt at that moment.I was so hurt.I don't want to say anything back,because I know that they will ALWAYS say something worse.But,I did.The dude that humiliated me had four fingers on one hand.So I said:
"I wouldn't say anything if I was you,chicken fingers." and continued to my cubby to get my math book.It's been like this ever since fourth grade,and now I'm really starting to get depressed about it.And God hasn't done anything about it for four years.I'm just facing it now.The absolute truth.
God doesn't love me.
I'm a girl who is destroyed by her peers.I was strong for two years now,but now its really getting to me.I'm not retarted.I'm not dumb.And I'm not stupid.Why do they want to say that stuff?Is it their goal to crunch me down in the dirt and cover me in it,laughing in my face when I fall?
Just yesterday this guy in my class had a funky pen that looked like a carrot,and had a pompom on top of it.I asked him
"What the heck is that?" then a guy I absolutley despise said really loud
"What the heck is that?!" and pointed at my face.A bunch of people laughed,and you couldn't tell how humiliated and vulnerable I felt at that moment.I was so hurt.I don't want to say anything back,because I know that they will ALWAYS say something worse.But,I did.The dude that humiliated me had four fingers on one hand.So I said:
"I wouldn't say anything if I was you,chicken fingers." and continued to my cubby to get my math book.It's been like this ever since fourth grade,and now I'm really starting to get depressed about it.And God hasn't done anything about it for four years.I'm just facing it now.The absolute truth.
God doesn't love me.