Remember that time when most of the girls in my year level recieved harsh and hoonly messages through grey unrevealed faces at mid-year?
I got one too. And deleted it for all heaven's sake, absolutely glad it hasn't been a memoir of my precarious mountain of thought.
It's disappointing to think that someone, whom all of us may know extremely well, would go to such lengths and humiliate us for ourselves. Someone who even today, bringing such decent cosistency, could be 'hating' us for all the wrong reasons.
It hurt to realize that this person thought I didn't deserve my own best friend, it hurt to read that 'she' was taking note of my badruns and putting it letter by letter, word by word into that box of emptiness. It hurt, and that isn't even a euphemism. It hurt like a beating. Doing what 'she' did, made my friends feel insecure, and doubtful. It was the wrong alternative, this person, selfish, cruel, and a malicious mind.
Bullying is fucking sick, and you're a pussy for even thinking of exhibiting such an immoral act.
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