I was never much like any of the other kids. They were normal. And I just was not. I still am not. The doctors told me I need to find help. But where can I find a doctor who can erase my mind?
My mom sucks. My dad, too. I can't even wrap my mind around what I did wrong. But I guess I just wasn't the kid they wanted. Depends on whether you ask my mom or my dad.
Maybe it was my scar. I was born with it. I can't help it. The doctors think it's because my brain never fully developed. Is that why I have a dent in the left side of my face? It looks like a scar. I know better, though.
I know I am hideous. The word means nothing to me now. My classmates tell me quite often what they think of my looks. I just ignore them now.
Abuse. Pain. These are the words I use to describe my home life. Some things you can only take so much of before you hit rock bottom. And hit hard.
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First Glance
HorrorThey tell me that I am crazy. That I shouldn't be able to be anywhere near her. But they can't tell me what to do. I love you Kasey. I know you need time to find out if you feel the same. But I can't wait. I'm sorry if this hurts you, love.
