i'm sick of getting made fun of. you
i'm sick of getting made fun of. you don't understand how bad this hurts. i never thought i would run out of the cafeteria, full of people, crying infront of everyone, but thanks to you, that's what happend. and you had to do it the day of graduation. it ended up being the worst day of my life. i was so excited for it. why do you do this? i never did anything to you? do you get pleasure of bashing my feelings? i've never been so unhappy with myself. please god, make this stop, i can't handle this anymore.