Why?

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That day....that day it took a turn. It was already bad enough but then I had to go watch that movie. It was Thanksgiving break, I got a whole week off from school. That meant getting away from all the people that hate me and wish I were dead. Everyday at school it, seemed like it, I was getting beaten up, slammed around with words, and no one knew what was going on with me. The people that did know still pushed me around and acted like I never said anything to them about it. I am basically a human piñata. The funny thing is they're my friends. Not just random people who love to bully other people for fun....NO....they're my friends. I was mean and weak last year. Now I'm nice and weak which doesn't go together. Maybe that's why I'm a punching bag for other people. Maybe that's what made me like this.

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