the worst part of this shit is the fact that ill never get to tell my side of the story. Everyone thinks I’m a child molester so I have no side. I want to shout so badly that none of its true but if I do then I’m lying. I’m so tired. I cant cry because its fake I can’t smile because then I’m looking for attentions. I know god is laughing at me. Why am I still alive. I really shouldn’t be alive, I don’t event want to be alive. I have to hold everything in all the time. I lash out at people and I’m passive aggressive. I always knew there was something wrong with me. I didn’t know why people would always make fun of me even when I was being nice. But I guess everyone just decided to make something up and it has to be the worse thing they can think of. I shouldn’t have been born I’ve always know that. People use to think my name was pretty and so did I. But it really means monster. I was born a monster without even knowing it untill now. Now everyone thinks I should be killed because I’m a monster. I wish it was different I wish I could just be a nice person like I was before but I can’t. Its to late. I wish it was easier to give up. I wish I could tell the truth but I can’t no one will believe me. I don’t want to be here anymore. It hurts to much. People feel good when they make fun of me. I don’t have anything. I’m alone. I shouldn’t be here.