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Im sorry and apologize that i typed so much stuff up.... put up something once and couldnt stop typing... but it only made me slightly more depressed reading what i put....
first ******** year of KINDERGARTEN!
i was sorta ahead of the class right? hell! id already memorized charlottes web and could give u a very accurate summary of the plot, book and each of the characters. my teacher gives me an hour long time out for not bringing a book to read. >>. second for KINDERGARTEN. she said because i was so smart i should write a book summary and turn it in for each faggin book i read! AND I USED TO BE AN AVID READER!!! so it was at least.. 3-4 GOOD THICK BOOKS A NIGHT. i had to do a 2 FULL page summaries. and this was first ******** grade. and then i always turned it in! oh the irony. i stayed up til 10 PM! FOR A FIRST GRADER THATS ******** LATE! JUST TO COMPLETE THE ASSIGNMENT THAT ME AND ONLY ME HAD!!! the next day i YAWNED IN CLASS. i got sent to the principals office!!! FOR YAWNING!!!THAT ******** UP b*****d!!! and i got interrogated on why the hell i yawned. so i spilled out the story and of course the b*****d denied it! sooo... she gives me a good yelling at the next day then CALLS ME A b*****d!!! UGH! later the b***h got fired.... but.. my child hood has been the worst years of my life. and im still living it.
2ND GRADE!
Im in this retarded sort of class where half ur day is learning to count and learning to write (which i could obviously already do and muuccch more, hell! at kindergarten i could do 5th grade math!) and the other half of ur day was learning spanish! okay great. just one littlleee thing.. i was the only asian girl in the spanish entire clas!!! whos parents wanted me to speak spanish. i arrived late in the school year cuz we had to move.... and there werent any cubbies left to put ur stuff in and i had to share with the a*****e of the class! she ALWAYS without fail took my stuff out and threw it in the trash can. one day i gave up and put my stuff on the floor. cried a little then when to the tables. THE TEACHER PICKED UP MY s**t AND PUT IT IN THE LOST AND FOUND! so i was runing everywhere later looking for my stuff and cryin to the teacher where it was. and she said check the lost and found! so... after 3 hours after school of TRYING TO FIND IT... i found it underneath the sink....of the girls bathroom and i sat there and cried my heart out. THEN CAME THE OTHER HALF OF MY DAY IN THE SPANISH ROOM....and... well... i bought myself a spanish english dictionary... my first homework... i had to translate every single ******** word cuz i couldnt read it. so 4 hours ONE SHEET OF ******** PAPER. and then to translate the whoolleee answer. great. isnt it? scream when i put my paper in the bin... everyone picked it up and read it laughing and snickering. and I GOT MY FIRST FAIL! THE TEACHER SAID : NOT SO SMART ARE YOU NOW? THIS I S SPANISH LEARN IT OR FAIL. BU SERIOUSLY THIS IS FIRST GRADE! GET SOME HELP U RETARD. so i sat there clearly knowing what it meant... the other kids didnt.... i burst into tears and cried hysterically, the teacher ignored me when we had to take turns saying the alphabet and guess what? failed that too.... TT^TT so i ran home without catching the public transportation. when my friend saw me running and her mom got me in the car and drove me home.
3RD GRADE!
teacher called me a b***h slapped me... and kicked me so hard i have a scar....
4th grade.
my teacher called me a wirthless piece of s**t who wouldnt abel to anything...
5th grade.
he failed me on my tests when IVE BEEN STRAIGHT A U TO THIS POINT! yet ive had to take four Ds on my report card for the first 3 quater until he decided to b nice and give me a C-
6th grade!
OH MY ******** GOD!
THE YEAR HELL STARTED FOR ME.
this fat a** monkey / gorilla b***h came up walked by randumly hits me with her fat shuulder and says watch where u r going b***h. I WAS STANDING! i wasnt even walking!!! TT^TT.... i have been afraid of her since 3rd grade.... and... i decided things r gonna b different.... i turn around. SCREAM WATCH WHERE U R ******** GOING U RETARDED GAY b***h! and feel triumphant as i turn around only to get hit so hard in the back that i stumble where she picks me up CLEAR WITH ONE HAND BY THE NECK AND BEATS ME UP TO THE POINT WHERE I PASS OUT and she dropped me onto the hard floor. i SPAT BLOOD and felt so broken and actually paralyzed. she kicks me a few more times. theres already a group CHEERING THAT b***h ON! and loud jeering taunt at me... and theres a teacher just down the hall watching me get slowly killed. how nice. the teacher walks in and i spit out so much blood that i think half of me has been dead a long time ago... so there blood on my shirt. and the bell rings. THANK U GOD. the b***h kicks me hard in the ribs. and says now u made me late b***h. and walks off cussing my name to hell.... TT^TT everythin hurt to touch something. my arm was limp and that made it hard (its my RIGHT ARM! how nice) to pick up my sprawled books and notebooks.... and i limp half unconcious to my next class. THEN lunch. i passed out sitting next to the janitors closet crying my eyyes out. and when im walking back to my next class still broken and half starved. i rather... i LIMPED back. and HERE COMES MONKEYS BEST FRIEND! she shoves. pushed me to the ground.. and calls me a b***h. i just lay there and lost my total conciousness.... i wake up a min later. and my back cracked.... it hurt... so much... to even move... i was 30mins late to class....... and up to now.. its still haunts me....THINK OF IT THIS WAY. I GOT A DETENTION FOR NOT GOING TO A TEACHER!!! heres what happened though... im sitting in the counselors office. hes demanding that i should have run to a teacher! and im sitting there pissed off AND STILL BROKEN and i scream: WHAT?! I SHOULD GO TO A TEAHER WHOS NOWHERE TO B FOUND ALL HALF BROKEN AND BLOODY?! I COULDNT EVEN MOVE! SHE PARALYZED ME! what? i came out the loser? he calmly replies: if u ran to a teacher
7th grade (im currently in)
every since that FATASS MONKY s**t..THIS HAPPENED
MY PARENTS HEARD ME SCREAMING AND CRYING AND CUTTING IN MY ROOM HOW MY LIFE WAS HELL AND NO ONES GONNA ******** HELP.... MY BLANKET WAS ALREADY HALF COVERED IN BLOOD BY THAT POINT AND MY PARENTS DRAG ME OUT. DISARM ME AND DRAG ME KICKING AND SCREAMING TO THE CAR.... WHERE THEY DROVE ME TO A PSYCHIATRIST WHERE HE INTERROGATED ME FOR EVERY ******** ASPECT AND DETAIL OF MY BROKEN HEART AND LIFE. so after glaring murderously at him. HE SAYS U WONT AHIEVE ANYTHING U WORTHLESS PIECE OF s**t..... i stood up and snapped. tears flowed over my hot cheeks and i screamed how i dont have issues and dont wanna b treated like some mental ******** patient.......then he says calmly.... if i can speak to ur parents. i claw the door off and stomp into the next room. my quote un quote worried parents walk in where i can barely make out him sayin theres a lot of hostility and i have anxiety issues and can snap like this (snap) he even said if she keep growing up in a condiotion like this I WOULD GO MENTAL. well.. he wasnt that far off from suicdal. >>. HE EVEN RECCOMMENDED SOMEONE MONITOR MY BEHAVIOR!!! so they contacted the school to have my teachers treat me like a retard. in front of everyone.. when i got home it was like THIS: would u like some jiuce to calm u down blossom? want to watch tv blossom? any thing u wanna talk about blossom? {insert painfull wants to kill herself scream here}
ive dove deeper into depression..... gotten emo..... cut on occasion.. taken drinking on occasion...... i did anything i could to possibly bend reality. its not working... but... so far.... ive gotten suicidal...
i really would like to talk to someone... anyone... cuz the world hates me... please drop a comment saying someone out there cares.... and wants to talk.... TT^TT.... please? just... tell me advice.. anything... cuz i HEARd the sayoing...
if u think uve got a hard life.. remember. someones always got it worse than u.
please offere any advice. cuz at this point im ready to kill myself almost.
i have started cutting... maybeee..... a month ago... ish.....a
depression? allll through out my life.
first ******** year of KINDERGARTEN!
i was sorta ahead of the class right? hell! id already memorized charlottes web and could give u a very accurate summary of the plot, book and each of the characters. my teacher gives me an hour long time out for not bringing a book to read. >>. second for KINDERGARTEN. she said because i was so smart i should write a book summary and turn it in for each faggin book i read! AND I USED TO BE AN AVID READER!!! so it was at least.. 3-4 GOOD THICK BOOKS A NIGHT. i had to do a 2 FULL page summaries. and this was first ******** grade. and then i always turned it in! oh the irony. i stayed up til 10 PM! FOR A FIRST GRADER THATS ******** LATE! JUST TO COMPLETE THE ASSIGNMENT THAT ME AND ONLY ME HAD!!! the next day i YAWNED IN CLASS. i got sent to the principals office!!! FOR YAWNING!!!THAT ******** UP b*****d!!! and i got interrogated on why the hell i yawned. so i spilled out the story and of course the b*****d denied it! sooo... she gives me a good yelling at the next day then CALLS ME A b*****d!!! UGH! later the b***h got fired.... but.. my child hood has been the worst years of my life. and im still living it.
2ND GRADE!
Im in this retarded sort of class where half ur day is learning to count and learning to write (which i could obviously already do and muuccch more, hell! at kindergarten i could do 5th grade math!) and the other half of ur day was learning spanish! okay great. just one littlleee thing.. i was the only asian girl in the spanish entire clas!!! whos parents wanted me to speak spanish. i arrived late in the school year cuz we had to move.... and there werent any cubbies left to put ur stuff in and i had to share with the a*****e of the class! she ALWAYS without fail took my stuff out and threw it in the trash can. one day i gave up and put my stuff on the floor. cried a little then when to the tables. THE TEACHER PICKED UP MY s**t AND PUT IT IN THE LOST AND FOUND! so i was runing everywhere later looking for my stuff and cryin to the teacher where it was. and she said check the lost and found! so... after 3 hours after school of TRYING TO FIND IT... i found it underneath the sink....of the girls bathroom and i sat there and cried my heart out. THEN CAME THE OTHER HALF OF MY DAY IN THE SPANISH ROOM....and... well... i bought myself a spanish english dictionary... my first homework... i had to translate every single ******** word cuz i couldnt read it. so 4 hours ONE SHEET OF ******** PAPER. and then to translate the whoolleee answer. great. isnt it? scream when i put my paper in the bin... everyone picked it up and read it laughing and snickering. and I GOT MY FIRST FAIL! THE TEACHER SAID : NOT SO SMART ARE YOU NOW? THIS I S SPANISH LEARN IT OR FAIL. BU SERIOUSLY THIS IS FIRST GRADE! GET SOME HELP U RETARD. so i sat there clearly knowing what it meant... the other kids didnt.... i burst into tears and cried hysterically, the teacher ignored me when we had to take turns saying the alphabet and guess what? failed that too.... TT^TT so i ran home without catching the public transportation. when my friend saw me running and her mom got me in the car and drove me home.
3RD GRADE!
teacher called me a b***h slapped me... and kicked me so hard i have a scar....
4th grade.
my teacher called me a wirthless piece of s**t who wouldnt abel to anything...
5th grade.
he failed me on my tests when IVE BEEN STRAIGHT A U TO THIS POINT! yet ive had to take four Ds on my report card for the first 3 quater until he decided to b nice and give me a C-
6th grade!
OH MY ******** GOD!
THE YEAR HELL STARTED FOR ME.
this fat a** monkey / gorilla b***h came up walked by randumly hits me with her fat shuulder and says watch where u r going b***h. I WAS STANDING! i wasnt even walking!!! TT^TT.... i have been afraid of her since 3rd grade.... and... i decided things r gonna b different.... i turn around. SCREAM WATCH WHERE U R ******** GOING U RETARDED GAY b***h! and feel triumphant as i turn around only to get hit so hard in the back that i stumble where she picks me up CLEAR WITH ONE HAND BY THE NECK AND BEATS ME UP TO THE POINT WHERE I PASS OUT and she dropped me onto the hard floor. i SPAT BLOOD and felt so broken and actually paralyzed. she kicks me a few more times. theres already a group CHEERING THAT b***h ON! and loud jeering taunt at me... and theres a teacher just down the hall watching me get slowly killed. how nice. the teacher walks in and i spit out so much blood that i think half of me has been dead a long time ago... so there blood on my shirt. and the bell rings. THANK U GOD. the b***h kicks me hard in the ribs. and says now u made me late b***h. and walks off cussing my name to hell.... TT^TT everythin hurt to touch something. my arm was limp and that made it hard (its my RIGHT ARM! how nice) to pick up my sprawled books and notebooks.... and i limp half unconcious to my next class. THEN lunch. i passed out sitting next to the janitors closet crying my eyyes out. and when im walking back to my next class still broken and half starved. i rather... i LIMPED back. and HERE COMES MONKEYS BEST FRIEND! she shoves. pushed me to the ground.. and calls me a b***h. i just lay there and lost my total conciousness.... i wake up a min later. and my back cracked.... it hurt... so much... to even move... i was 30mins late to class....... and up to now.. its still haunts me....THINK OF IT THIS WAY. I GOT A DETENTION FOR NOT GOING TO A TEACHER!!! heres what happened though... im sitting in the counselors office. hes demanding that i should have run to a teacher! and im sitting there pissed off AND STILL BROKEN and i scream: WHAT?! I SHOULD GO TO A TEAHER WHOS NOWHERE TO B FOUND ALL HALF BROKEN AND BLOODY?! I COULDNT EVEN MOVE! SHE PARALYZED ME! what? i came out the loser? he calmly replies: if u ran to a teacher
7th grade (im currently in)
every since that FATASS MONKY s**t..THIS HAPPENED
MY PARENTS HEARD ME SCREAMING AND CRYING AND CUTTING IN MY ROOM HOW MY LIFE WAS HELL AND NO ONES GONNA ******** HELP.... MY BLANKET WAS ALREADY HALF COVERED IN BLOOD BY THAT POINT AND MY PARENTS DRAG ME OUT. DISARM ME AND DRAG ME KICKING AND SCREAMING TO THE CAR.... WHERE THEY DROVE ME TO A PSYCHIATRIST WHERE HE INTERROGATED ME FOR EVERY ******** ASPECT AND DETAIL OF MY BROKEN HEART AND LIFE. so after glaring murderously at him. HE SAYS U WONT AHIEVE ANYTHING U WORTHLESS PIECE OF s**t..... i stood up and snapped. tears flowed over my hot cheeks and i screamed how i dont have issues and dont wanna b treated like some mental ******** patient.......then he says calmly.... if i can speak to ur parents. i claw the door off and stomp into the next room. my quote un quote worried parents walk in where i can barely make out him sayin theres a lot of hostility and i have anxiety issues and can snap like this (snap) he even said if she keep growing up in a condiotion like this I WOULD GO MENTAL. well.. he wasnt that far off from suicdal. >>. HE EVEN RECCOMMENDED SOMEONE MONITOR MY BEHAVIOR!!! so they contacted the school to have my teachers treat me like a retard. in front of everyone.. when i got home it was like THIS: would u like some jiuce to calm u down blossom? want to watch tv blossom? any thing u wanna talk about blossom? {insert painfull wants to kill herself scream here}
ive dove deeper into depression..... gotten emo..... cut on occasion.. taken drinking on occasion...... i did anything i could to possibly bend reality. its not working... but... so far.... ive gotten suicidal...
i really would like to talk to someone... anyone... cuz the world hates me... please drop a comment saying someone out there cares.... and wants to talk.... TT^TT.... please? just... tell me advice.. anything... cuz i HEARd the sayoing...
if u think uve got a hard life.. remember. someones always got it worse than u.
please offere any advice. cuz at this point im ready to kill myself almost.
i have started cutting... maybeee..... a month ago... ish.....a
depression? allll through out my life.
It reminds me of you with every lick...
