I was never liked as a child. In fact I still don’t feel loved by anybody not even my friends or even my family. People always rejected me and as soon as i got close to someone they always ran away from me. I don’t know what I do to make them run away from me. People think that I’m like crazy, but really people just don’t get that I’m a misunderstood person. People don’t get my life. They really don’t understand why I am the way I am. They are too fast to judge me before they get to know me. They automatically know who I am a how I act.
Some people don’t understand what it’s like to be truly loved. People never really showed me that type of affection. Some they jerk actually don’t like me that much that they take it to a totally different level. For the past week or two, people have been sending me hate massages. Most of them are things like “bitch I hate you I hope u die in your sleep” and I have no idea why but I save those messages and every day when I’m alone I play them over and over again. I have such a miserable life that I want to just die. Every day when I come home from school I go on my bed and cry. I do it so often that it has become a daily routine. I feel like my life is slowly crumbling down and the thing is that I’m only in 7th grade. I should not be dealing with this. I almost committed suicide because of all the hate that I have gotten.
I have gotten so self-conscience about myself. I’m the ugliest one in my family. My parent’s barley knows that I’m alive. I sit at home alone thinking of what I can do to fix myself, to make people like me but sadly it never ever changes. In my entire 7th grade year there has not been not one day where I have cried in some point of my day. Usually it is about things from school. Now each and one of my friends are slowly turning on me. I will soon have nobody else to rely on except myself. I want to just end it. Like done gone, bye. But somehow I can never ring myself to it no matter how much I wanted to. Something always got in that way. I either think about my family and/or who will miss me if I’m gone. One day ill does it I promise……………