3. April 28, 2015
Yesterday, you shoulder checked me into a locker, pushed me around, broke my binder, and much more. You punch not with your fists, but with your words and your emotions. You can make a room cower at a glance, and a room clear at the sound of your name.
Yeah, you're a bully, and that's what many people see. Just a bully. But I see something different. I see you, the truth of you, but it's so far gone that only you can save you.
Even to this day, I cannot understand why you are picking on me. It's not my fault, all of this isn't my fault.
10 days until freedom