the pathetic part of my story is that this really was all of my fault. It all started back in 5th grade. That was the first year I really did realize how cruel people were. I never had friends, and I continued fine without them until 8th grade, but until 5th grade it never really bothered me. Then I started getting picked on; it was for everything. My hair wasn’t straight, I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t skinny as a twig. I didn’t wear make up or buy name brand clothes. I wanted to, but my mom just wouldn’t allow it. To be honest I don’t […]