At the age 15 I was an emotional wreck. I had just started high school and all of my friends turned on me. I constantly got hate from classmates and sometimes random people I didn't know. I was fine until one day it was my best friend who did the same thing. She wanted to be a part of the popular crowd and went along with everyone else instead of sticking up for me. Now three years later I was still that broken fifteen year old girl. After high school I went to college to become a photographer. About a year later I started my first photography job. And soon enough everyone wanted me. It felt nice to be wanted. But of course I still barely spoke to anyone except when I was doing my job. I hadn't trusted anyone since I was fifteen, and I did not plan on changing that.