I feel like I'm being raised to be a target or some runt to be slaughtered. To be make a fuss over because I'm apparently so fragile when I'm out of your sight. I feel like all I learn all day at school for the past couple of years to not act like my self. Don't even do things that I used to vent or even pass the time. I feel like I can't draw without seeing my hard work be ripped to pieces or even beat box or make a sound without getting punched somewhere. It could be my throat, chest, stomach or anywhere. Or I feel their words burning into my mind and the encounters replaying over and over.
I feel like I'm not good enough most of the time. I've never gotten A's like Lauren or even know what I want to do with my miserable life in the future. I feel like I'm destined to be alone only to be joined by the next bullies in my life.I feel like no one will every really get me and feel like I can never go out and have fun.
I feel like maybe tonight something will happen. A rare gift a chance to enjoy myself without bullies.
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FanfictionHeadcanons and my biased interpretations of what Andy Strucker was really thinking during several moments of the show. Things he encounters, hears, and talks about. Here is everything Andy has held back and was afraid to say. What he really meant a...
