hate

my life sucks, everywhere I go, everywhere I look, or even hear; people hate. I thought by running away, my life would change, I thought people would like me, I thought I wouldn't have to hate myself more than I do already but that wasn't the case. it is now freshman year, it's when I realized that I'm always gonna be the most hated person in the school. I walk like nothing happened, I walk like I'm the most beautiful girl around like I'm a famous person but I know that would never happen. I stay inside in my home all day hoping that it's gonna take me away from all the hatred I've been receiving in my life but it didn't. people shout out words that I'll never forget. I've given up on life and learned to take what I get, which was the hatred I've received during my time of living.