Have you ever thought you knew yourself but didn't? For example, You think you are evil and bully people. But on the inside you're really not? That is how I feel right now. Everyone thinks I'm evil but in real life, I am really not. Yaay. Now you know the real me. What I am now can never be unchanged. And I think it's too late to fix it now that I expressed my fake identity. The reason I was being a jerk is because I didn't want to feel left out and unknown. I wanted to be one of them. Back in the Philippines I was one of those nerds. I loved to study. Until this bully came to my school. She bullied me the most out of all the other children. I don't even wanna mention the day I had it. She spilled HOT coffee all over me. So I moved to an unspecific island in the Caribbean and I wanted to get revenge. So I made some awful mistakes and hurt other people. I don't want to anymore. I understood how they felt. Nobody gets it. It's no use. It's a lose-lose situation. If I go back to Philippines, the kid will see me again. If I stay here, then people misunderstand and think I'm a horrible person. What shall I do?
I meean, when ever you feel awful or sad, you've got your friends who are always understanding, reassuring, and forgiving.
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