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This is the story of the bully:
Some guy pushed me into the boys locker room. He had a criminal hat over his face with 2 holes in it.
????: Faggot! Give me your fuckin' drawing!
Me: No, anda bitch! Leave me alone! *pulling on my note book.*
????: Are anda a wimp! Give me the fucking drawing anda bitch!!!!
Me: No get away Derian!!! *pulling my notebook away from him.*
Derian: Damn it! How did anda know it was me?!?!?
Me: Dude, EVERYBODY knows what your voice sounds like because anda yell shit at people! Could anda just leave pervert!
Derian: *grabbes my drawing before I could get it.* Ah,ha! Woah...
Me: Give...

I have a little box in my room with my name on it in big blue letters inside the box i everything I want to but behind me...

Inside it lays these things:

My knifes
Pills
Bottles
Notes


The knifes are from a time in my life were slicing up my skin was a way of telling me I was living but deep down inside I know that the felling was just a lie. I once cut alone on my side small enough so no one would notice my I knew it was there and it reminded me of the truth. That I was alone.


The bottles are in there from a time in my life where I used to drink. That was a short time but I never want to go through...

~A POEM sejak ME POEM GIRL~

What Makes Us Human.

What makes us human?
Is it that are minds work?
Her hands move?
Are bodies feel?
Or is it that we all have emotions?
What makes us human?
Is it that we all have hair?
Or eyes?
Or lips?
Or ears?
What makes us human?
Is it the Bones in are body that make us move?
Or how we all think?
What makes us human?

~Thanks~

I want to thank....

snootygirl50701- (Maria Masion

anda were my first REAL friend on here that I got in touch with. You've helped me through hard times and I've help you. I now your secrets and I'm glade that I was the first person anda told about what could...