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My birthday is May 1st. I currently am in highschool. I hate my school currently because everywhere I go, I am treated like s**t. I happen to either make enemies or best friends. But if one of my best friends is friends with my enemy, then forget about that friend. That little b***h of an enemy will convert people, and make them hate me. I am not depressed, but I love dark style of clothig most of the time. I love to write poems and stories, each describing a past feeling, thought, or emotion. I cry a lot, and about almost anything. I cry for being ignored, being excluded, being lied to, being hated, being pissed at, being mad at, being spazzed at, being yesterday's news, being laughed at, being embarrested, being and outcast, being friendless, having friends treat me like s**t, feeling like am not important, feeling like i shouldn't live, feeling different, being treated like s**t in general, being treated differently, being treated as if I should go die. <33 I think people are robots, and that I havn't discovered this yet. I think everyone is pretending in my life and some day soon, everyone will stop and point, laughing at me that I actually thought this was life. That I actually thought everything in the world was realy, and how I didn't think they were all acting.