I messed up. I'm sorry I messed up. Someone was by bullying me. But, don't mind that. They said sorry and gave me a few compliments. I just realized (since I'm so foolish and naïve) I'm only human. We all are. I forgave the bully. I've bullied. I think we all have. Because we're only human. So, I decided to honor that. By hosting a MAP! Ima just say this out loud: "I'm just a foolish, naïve young girl," I actually did. I'm done with my stupid lies. My stupid back story. My stupid brain that does what I don't want it to. I have fallen, crashed to the ground. That's where I am now. Bleeding these words onto the ground. I have knives in my heart saying this: I've faked being sad, happy, mad, I've done that. Foolish me, right? Definitely. But I can fix the damage I've done. I WILL FIX IT. But, I'll need your help. By listening to me now. Forgetting then. I actually want to go back to @othflight. This might just be an alt. Or something deleted to go in the past. But, listen to me now, or think my lies are the truth, I'll tell everything you want me to. If it isn't to personal, like names. Just ask if you don't get something, or want to know more of a part of the REAL story.
It starts in kindergarten/first grade. There was a boy, he twists my name. He called me "Cowee" instead of Calliegh. I HATED it. I'm someone who will only do something if it's logical. So, I used my logic. I asked some of friends who were male their top hates. All of them had kissing on that list. Kissing. Young boys hate it. I used it. If someone bullied me they would get 'kissy lips'. I used it on the boys in second grade. I hissed, scratched, kicked, 'kissed', punched, and other things I probably pushed out of my head for reasons only I would know. One day one of my friends was sitting near three boys. (The next thing you hear is horrible) She told the teacher. She did nothing. Also, keep in mind, I was known for lying by that time, so the teacher probably thought my friend was told to do it by me. I remember he only god memory I can remember from then- I was sitting in the far back corner of the classroom, as usual, and my teacher in the corner diagonaly next to me, I saw my friend be called up to her. I was struggling with my work at that time. I overheard the only good thing I can remember of that teacher. She told my friend "go pep-talk Calliegh for me". My friend came over to where I was working on my test. She talked to me. I did my test remembering these words: "Calliegh, you an do it. You're better than all those stupid rumors the boys are spreading around the school! YOU CAN DO IT!" I remember getting an A/CD for a grade. I kept those words in my mind the whole time. I remember t felt like I could fly, it felt lke I finished the test in minutes instead of an hour. That lasted for a while. The boys bullied me more in third grade. The worst part was, by the end of second grade the boys had truced not to bully me, and the girls were distance from me. But, Hazel, when'd you bully people? You'd ask right? When the boys bullied me I bullied them back. I went o the principals office like (not kidding) About twice a day :/
End. of. that. story.