Sasha

This is the story of the bully:
Some guy pushed me into the boys locker room. He had a criminal hat over his face with 2 holes in it.
????: Faggot! Give me your fuckin' drawing!
Me: No, bạn bitch! Leave me alone! *pulling on my note book.*
????: Are bạn a wimp! Give me the fucking drawing bạn bitch!!!!
Me: No get away Derian!!! *pulling my notebook away from him.*
Derian: Damn it! How did bạn know it was me?!?!?
Me: Dude, EVERYBODY knows what your voice sounds like because bạn yell shit at people! Could bạn just leave pervert!
Derian: *grabbes my drawing before I could get it.* Ah,ha! Woah...
Me: Give...

I have a little box in my room with my name on it in big blue letters inside the box i everything I want to but behind me...

Inside it lays these things:

My knifes
Pills
Bottles
Notes


The knifes are from a time in my life were slicing up my skin was a way of telling me I was living but deep down inside I know that the felling was just a lie. I once cut alone on my side small enough so no one would notice my I knew it was there and it reminded me of the truth. That I was alone.


The bottles are in there from a time in my life where I used to drink. That was a short time but I never want to go through...