Dear Olivia,

I had an asthma attack today.

It happened in gym of all places, and the teacher didn't seem too happy about any of it.

He can fuck off. I had to go to the emergency room and if he can't understand how scary that is for me, then he needs to back off.

I'm fine. Sort of wish I wasn't. I'm sure people will talk at school and I'll have to sit there like I don't care.

Because I do. I want one person to like me, want one person to notice that I'm trying to quit cursing like a sailor, want someone to say "it'll all be okay."

But all I get are people talking about the girl with the dead mom and the friend who killed herself, the "bitch" and "ice princess."

Aren't those names stupid?

But some of the other things they say really do hurt.