this is just a vent. 

Every day I wake up. I go to school with a smile on my face. I get made fun of, and treated like trash.
I still smile. I go home, then my sister starts being a sister. I get on Witty, read about other people's problems, try to make myself feel like it could be worse. (and believe me, I know it really could.) Then I tell my parents I had a good day. Usually it really isn't that bad, but recently a new guy has been added into the mix of tormenters. I start it again every day. I feel like a soda bottle. They shake me up, I hold it in, then release it a bit at a time till one day, I'll just explode. I love those few friends that just plain know me. If you're still reading this, I love you. I'm exaggerating a bit about it all, I guess, but I still wanted maybe one person to read it maybe. Faves and follows fill my heart even just a fave. LOVE YOU!