I just laid there, tears forming in the corners of my hazel green eyes. I stuffed my head into my soft, comfortable pillow, and squeezed my hang with all my might. I gulped. It was the hardest day of my life. I didn’t know what to do anymore. All the stress, bullying, and straight up pain was getting to my head. My heart hurt from all the aching. It was miserable dealing with all the pain and frustration alone. Imagine walking through your life like an actor in a play, wearing different masks when you’re with different people. That’s how I felt every day. I would hide my frustration from the ones I loved… I didn’t want to hurt them too! Everywhere I walked, chills shriveled up my body in constant fear. What if he came on to me? What if he hurts me? I was a walking disaster. Ever since the accident it was as if I was being washed up on the shore and being cut up by little shells. I guess that would explain the scars on my arm. From being here, to being there; I was all over the place. Up and down, and all around! I was an emotional ping – pong ball. What should I do? Do this, or do that. If you walked a mile in my shoes, you might just understand how hard it is. No matter how many times people told me to stay strong, it seemed impossible. I was a disaster on two tan legs. It’s quite sad. People see what they want to see in you. Everyone is judge mental these days…. It seems like you can’t get anywhere without someone noticing you. They judge you for not being the happiest in the heard, or always breaking the rules, because of what you look like, or because of how you act. Can’t we just live in a society where nobody has to curl up into a ball at night and cry themselves to sleep? That’s not what it seems like these days. Keep calm and stay strong? Impossible to say the least.