My Name is...

Mature theme warning!!!

This story is about a girl who feels really lonely. When she gets mad she can lash out. She has problems with making friends and allowing people to get to know her.

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As for the sweater.. I'd have to fix that another time and hope people don't notice it. I walked out of the bathroom and slowly to math as the demons in my head screamed at me. 'Great job, screw up. Was that your plan? To bleed and hope he felt bad for you!? You're such a stupid attention seeker. You're no freaking different than anyone else.' "I hate you." I said quietly. To my thoughts. To my head. To myself in general.