I guess in the 9th and especially 10th grade I really looked for attention. I wore weird clothes, a black tutu and rainbow stockings. People forever knew me as the tutu girl. After I got on prozac in the summer before 10th grade, I started being hypomanic and acting out at school. After 10th grade, I got picked on a lot so I took the blue out of my hair (recently put it back in : D) and started wearing black hoodies and jeans everyday. I still got made fun of almost everyday but it wasn't enough to tell the teacher. It was a shove in the hallway one day, name-calling while the teacher was out of the classroom. I spent the last 2 years of high-school alone in the library though.
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If only the lights would dim a little.
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars.