I graduated highschool last year as Class 2018. I came in to highschool freshman year knowing these would be the worst years of my life, as I would be bullied and humiliated causing of any of my new doors to shut on me before I knew they existed. I was right and attempted suicide a month after turning 15. I came back from several rehab centers with new skills and coping mechanisms. I felt really lively but it was knocked down when my past followed me and I was bullied harder than ever before. Nobody knew that on Youtube before I turned the age of 16 that I racked up over 2 million views for my videos and was a viral sensation. Nobody gave me the chance to tell them. At the end of my highschool years, I never got to have a boyfriend or experience in trying any drugs (even weed). I learned that many people in the school were doing drugs and there was so much sex going on. Everyone KNEW I was the last one to do anything and pitied me (never really stepped in to offer me the experiences OR cockblocked me because I wasnt “good enough”). It drove me crazy. I ran away and started doing adult entertainment, stripping, and selling myself for drug money (which I had a huge success in). My reputation got ruined but it was worth it to feel actual happiness. I should’ve ran away a long time ago but it would have been illegal at the time since I was living in Georgia. I was being neglected by my mother, I had gotten so skinny and i was banned from having any friends (she was a sick woman). This meant everybody automatically had pity for me. I would not have any sympathy for the world even if you asked me to. Anybody that had got jobs or went to college (where they would have to work with co-workers or other people) had the privilege of being able to be treated fairly (otherwise they would have quit) did NOT deserve MY respect. I hated everyone that was part of living in normal society of such a cruel ass world. I became mean-spirited, AS I SHOULD, about how the main reason why I would be able to make it far anyway was because I was pretty AND good enough. They could not say the same because they were afraid of actual profit.