I remember the day everyone found out how pathetic I was. It was 6th grade and I was so mad at my best friend. Why I was doesn’t quite matter right now.Back then (and still) I was a poetry freak. So I wrote a hate poem about her and gave it to her.And I did the most stupidest thing any human being could do. I put my number in the end. Later that week I was called into the counselors office. They found it, the note. Apparently it fell out and one of the math teachers found it, called the number and eventually found out who wrote it. Me. Soon every faculty knew the suicidal girl. And I was constantly watched.To this day I’m being watched.
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