*hugs* Almost all of the time I feel the same way. *huggssss*

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I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving
I want to know that my heart's still beating
It's beating... it's beating...
I'm bleeding

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me too... i just want some friends

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same here. most people in the world these days are mean, stupid, backstabbers. Sometimes I wonder is there is such things as friends anymore. I mean...if there are people out there who actually care.

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I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving
I want to know that my heart's still beating
It's beating... it's beating...
I'm bleeding

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i had a group of "friends" long story short.. they were pretending to be my friend to sleep with my brothers... they got what they wished for... i thought something was up... and one night my friend was sleeping over on and seriously 2 feet away my brother was F***ing her :/ sad huh... well i got up and said what i needed to but i didnt stop her or my brother from f***ing my other 3 friends... arent my "friends" and brothers just lovely... so from then on i gave up trusting people.. :/

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i have loads more stories of my "friends" screwing me over... i should write a book lol :/

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wow....that...it just....wow. I am literally speechless on that. Which remionds me, don't even get me started on boys. -.- *sad sigh* I see why you give up on people. If it were me, I ould give up on myself. ..which I guess I already am. I dunno. My pathetic story started in 7th grade where I was the minority and everyone, and I literally mean everyone hated me...and reminded me of it. I was the subject to abuse. People befriended me just to either use me or see how pathetic Casey can be. gah. I eventually broke when some random person slapped me in the face...but I...I dunno. I really hate it. A lot of people say they have it hard, but they really have no clue what other people go through.

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I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving
I want to know that my heart's still beating
It's beating... it's beating...
I'm bleeding

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yeah. lol. Me too. "How to Live A Sucly Pathetic Life" by Casey Branson. wooo, sounds like a best seller. ^^

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I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving
I want to know that my heart's still beating
It's beating... it's beating...
I'm bleeding

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ya i know exactly how you feel.. i left school for being picked on ... i left in tears.. i can tell you for sure for 100% in 9th grade .. the day i left was the worst day of my life i cried for days i stayed in my room and was just heart broken... i was in engish class and these two boys kept teasing me about my nose ... i hate it ...but its not like i have 4grand to fix it.. anyway they kept doing it soo much that i got up from crying and ran out ...i seriously dont think ive ever wanted to die more than then... ive always been tease but that was the last... i could go on for days and days telling people how ive been treated but noone would understand unless it has happened to them ... i feel bad for you that you had to go through something like that people are so heartless and uncaring i wish they could be treated how we were and i bet they would just hate themselves for f***ing up our lives... from being picked on i can tell you i am and i know that i am socially retarted and behind on loads of things... ive never been asked out.. never been to a dance... never been kissed.. i should be in a childs body for how socially retarted i am .....

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awww *hugs* Well, still in 7th grade...I remember...first period was this weird class and I was partnered with a boy that hated...dispised me. And...he intentionally made me feel like an idiot, and it was just something stupid like not figuring out how to do something, so I had to ask the teacher, and he got mad at me, then the boy goes, no that was funny, I knew how to do it all along. I started crying and said there was crap in my eye. *sigh* I just couldn't take the crap anymore. Then my grandma's breast cancer got really bad, and she died. And in PE, I would always look out into the street and wait for my mom's car to tell me the news that she died, so when she did, and I looked at the street, I just a break down. And I dunno...had a panick attack, and the stupid *&$^(& made fun of me for it. They had no idea. Yeah...so I left. And I never went back. Never. I couldn't even stand to look at the hell hole they call La Cumbre Middle School. I am socially retarded too...I just don't talk at all...not to anyone...I dunno. A lot of other stupid things happened to me that I would never confess on dA like this...but yeah, because of tht...unfortunately I have been kissed...along with other fowl things. *feels sick* But some things I rather not talk about. *hugs again* Finally someone who gets me!

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I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving
I want to know that my heart's still beating
It's beating... it's beating...
I'm bleeding

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