I slowly open my eyes, i was lying in my bed.
I sighed softly and opened my dairy, deciding it was best to sketch like I always do.
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I felt a little lost- i hated feeling like this.... I stopped when I was nine! I can't let my work go to waste.
Stupid middle school.
I still have no idea how I ended back in my bed, but it happened before- so I'm kinda getting accustomed to it.
I slowly got up and changed into a red hoodie and dark blue ripped jeans, than slung my heavy bag my shoulder, wincing in pain I walked to school.
I kept getting flashbacks in the middle of classes... it's so freaking hard to hold back tears, I don't know why-
What's wrong with me? I'm not that kind of girl to cry, I never was.
And all this homework and quiz stress is not helping, fricking hate school.
It's my birthday in a few days, yay I'll be turning fourteen.
Note the heavy sarcasm.
Being a year older is not going to change anything.
I got a bunch of dumb girls come to me at school and insult me, how mature.
After a while of them insulting me and me giving them sarcastic replies they started to physically hurt me.
They just punched me one or two times though,
I couldn't help but laugh at their attempts to do.. what exactly?
It's funny how people think telling me "I hate you" is going to affect me.
I don't freaking care.
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Humor(I'm currently editing) Imagine faking a personality so long you forget what your real personality is? Imagine being bullied in family meet ups by your own flesh and blood? Imagine being kidnapped by a crazy lunatic and coming back and acting like y...
