Thread:KickPrevails/@comment-11752205-20130709155525/@comment-11468684-20130921012945

I love lots of vines, they're the only thing keeping me in a good mood.

Everyone at my school is so immature.

Even one of my best friends wants to fit in and would probably ditch me for them any day.

I'm glad to be an outsider. I'm glad to be unique. I was bullied in 3rd grade for being weird, for being the only un-popular girl.

I won't care if it happens again. At least I'll know that the only nice people are outside of the prison known as "school".

Anything like this ever happen to you?