and claim my life and not his own. For some reason however I always thought about how I would die but I never knew when I did in the process I would have to have a huge gash in my back. When I was alive in high school I was always teased and I only had maybe a handful of real friends. High school was so bad the teachers even made fun of me and they would fail me for no reason. At home was no better my parents would mentally and physically abuse me and it destroyed me. No one in my family really understood…
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