I always considered myself a different kind of girl. Mostly because I always got treated differently, bởi my family, bởi my peers and even my teachers. When I was younger, I always felt like the outsider; the one no one would ever listen to hoặc understand, always ignored, always picked last for a game, ridiculed in anything I đã đưa ý kiến and did, with no one ever giving me a chance to hiển thị my full potential.
I was the odd one. I was a black sheep. I know a thing hoặc two about how it feels to be the butt of a joke, being at the mercy of those people called “popular” and “normal”. Too bad all those...
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