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originally posted in:Floodatia
8/27/2014 2:15:58 AM
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It's fine, expressing yourself is good to do sometimes, I wish I could help you though, not very good with doing it with words, it sucks sometimes feeling like life is terrible, I have a very close friend who hates life, (don't worry he's not suicidal, he doesn't even like the idea of it) he's rather happy but sometimes he tells me his opinions on life.
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Eh. I'm usually cheerier. I sound about as happy as Sarah Connor in the first Terminator movie. Its just takes its toll on you, seeing people look at you like you're the scum of the f*cking earth. I once was watching a movie, trying to be quiet (no easy task, if you know me), and out of nowhere, this old couple that were sat about a row behind me, moved. They didn't even try and hide why they moved. I'll not forget those assholes. They're in a different time in their minds, but that doesn't mean that you can be a dick to people.
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Agree, see many people at my school who make their goal to tell people "hey look this kids got problems let's give him funny looks and start some sort of fake disease after her" (this was a while ago, this girl named ayla? Wasn't popular or liked, people found her strange and weird so they started this thing called "aylaitis" and if you talked to her or touched her you were infected with it, never knew her, she had her own group of "the weird kids" but the aylaitis thing went on for a few years until she finally switched schools recently, people can be grade a dicks.
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I know her feels. Went 5 whole years without any friends and almost constant bullying by three -blam!-bags. 5 whole years. Never had a fake disease, but some pretty nasty shit. Forgive me if I don't specify, it was brutal. How I ever didn't off myself, I have no idea. Must be insanity. Doing the exact same f*cking thing, over and over again, expecting shit to change. Lucky I'm outta that neck of the woods. Still get looks like "wtf why are you even here and not in an asylum" every now and then. For the most part, its died down. Thank the f*cking gods.
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Damn, that must've sucked major shit, only been bullied a few times in my life, literally made me change myself though, so I couldn't be made fun of, sucks to say I gave in and changed who I was.
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If only I could've change what I was being bullied about at the time. Now, I've got supporting friends and people and I've just stopped giving a flying f*ck about the h8rs.
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Ya, that's the spirit, screw the h8rs
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Gotta admit. Been pretty f*cking rough till a few weeks back. Then, somehow, shit just started to work out.
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Ya thats how it seems to go, stuff should start getting better for you as you go down the road.
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Can't really get much worse. And now I bet I've jynxed it.
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Nah, it'll get better.
