They never stop. The torment is always the same. The way I act, the amount I cry, how weird I am.

I’ve always been called annoying my entire life. I always lost friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, even family.

Nothing in my life has ever worked out the way it should.

The bullies just love to remind me of that.

I slowly walked up to my locker, looking from left to right to attempt to protect myself.

“Hey, ugly ass bitch.”

I quickly whip my head around to see them. They stood in front of me, smirking to themselves.

“I’ve got a favor for you.”

“What now,” I responded.

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“And stop saying sorry, you crybaby. The favor, is to stop living.” They laughed.

I watched as they walked away, ignoring the tears streaming down my now red face.

The school was cold the rest of the day. Lunch wasn’t social hour for me, half of the people in the room hated me.

One group think I’m controlling and manipulative. The other thinks I’m just a annoying crybaby who needs to grow up. But the last group of people really get under my skin.

They ignore me, and call themselves my friends.

“Hello!” I exclaimed, trying to make friends with the people who loved to stay silent when I’m near.

“Hello! Hello!” They mocked. Everyone near them giggled.

“Such a idiot. Leave us alone.”

The tears started to wet my flesh once more.

“I’m sorry.”

“Of course you are,” They said.

I walked to the corner of the room, slowly sitting into the small area.

No body ever saw something good in me. No one at home, no one at school. Why must they all hate me?

I cried into my hands, pain and dread flooded the room.

I didn’t dare look up.

I knew they were all watching. Thinking to themselves,

“Is he really crying again?”

“I’d never cry in public.”

“Don’t bother helping him.”

I felt like a small kid again. Left alone in my room to cry.

Everything hurt.

Everything, hurt.