Life is easy? I guess so. This is my story. You may know me as @Stormcloakforever . This story is, still happening. It all started in third grade... When I was diagnosed with OCD and general anxiety. I was a timid girl, always with a book in hand, and earbuds in. I was social sometimes, but that was rare. I had two friends in my grade, and I was, and still am a feisty girl. Friend1 (Giving her fake name, F1) invited me to join this...club of some sort. If I knew better, I'd say no. But that's not the point. Let's skip forward, to last year.

I was smart, perky, tomboyish and didn't give a flying fuck about what others thought of me. Nontheless, I was called the following:

"Slut"

"Asshole"

"Lesbian"

"Shit face."

"Worthless."

I didn't care all that much, but other parts of me, the old me, cried every night. I did have a few friends, who helped me up. I loved reading to, but apparently, that's a sin. I was constantly called names, like "Wikipedia" but I suck it up. It doesn't matter. My fiest helped me up that year, along with my friends.