I don't get bullied that often anymore.  Maybe because I befriended the popular kids. Maybe not.  But there is.. "Her". I'm glad I don't have to see or talk to her ever again.

The last chapter in published was her words.  Not mine.  It wasn't targeted to anyone expect for me. 

The day I met her.  I knew this was gonna be toxic. 

I know this doesn't really matter but.  Once I was at her house with a few friends and I was starving and so fucking thirsty.  She got some pop.  Told us to get in a line.  So we did.  I was next,  but guess what she did.  Took some one else's cup and filled it.  Then she did it again.  And again.  The she finally took my cup but all of the pop was gone.  She did that on purpose.

She looked me in the eye and took some one else's cup. 

Doesn't matter though.  It doesn't matter at all.

I don't matter

Nothing I do matters.

Bye.