Yes, I am in fact obsessed with Sing! Just look at my account...

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My name is (y/n)(l/n).

I'm 18 and just got out of High School. Thank god too!

My school years were the worst of my life, especially High School. But all of them were horrible.

I was bullied, harassed, and just was treated like shit. Well, am... I am still the monster, the freak I was when I was younger. Everyone still shows me that.

Everyone besides my family. I have my brother Eddy, and my parents. Adopted family... I'm nothing like them, sheep. Which where I live is normal. Animals of all shapes and sizes make up the world I live in. But why can't they make room for me? I used to think that different was okay. But that went away the day I got beat up until bruises covered my body. My third day of Kindergarten. Even though I was young I knew that the bullying would only get worse. Kids would say such horrible things to me. And the teachers did nothing to stop the kids.

I get flashbacks from the past, horrible nightmares. But I'm to the point where they barley scare me, they are a part of my reality.

(If you haven't read the warning already here it is again. This story will include depression, cutting and mention of suicide. Read at your own risk)

I have depression. Horrible depression. Most days I feel unworthy to live, that I'm a mistake, that it would be better if I was gone. That's what the big scar on my left wrist is from. Me trying to leave this place.

I feel horrible that I had to try to go to that extent to relive the pain I have to go through.

I feel horrible that I did that to my family, the only ones that care about me. I gave them such a shock. They came into the bathroom seeing me with a knife in hand and blood pouring out of my wrist. I can't believe I did that to them.

I feel like my just living I'm making my family suffer, that I'm a burden. They get hate for me being their daughter. That's one reason I tried to kill myself. I thought that my family would be better without me. But they told me that at that moment they were the most horrified they've ever been and that they loved me completely. So now I would never think about doing, not because I'm scared, but because it will hurt my family. And that is my worst fear.

Besides Eddy and my parents I have two friends. Buster Moon and Ms. Crawley. They are friends of Eddy's, and then they gave me a chance. Pushed away the fact that I am different. And then they realized that I am actually an amazing person.

Under my freakish looking features. Under the dark, the sadness, the depression. Is a beautiful girl who wants a chance. Who is loud and bubbly and happy and full of joy. But it's shoved down into the depths of my body. It only resurfaces when I'm with the people that gave me a chance. That don't label me by what I look like, but instead, by who I am.

I am (y/n)(l/n). I have (s/c) skin with no fur, hair, wool, scales or feathers to cover it. (H/c)(h/l) covers my head. My facial features and body shape are different from any animal on this planet. I am a human...