Second grade was when it started. I was the ugly Asian... that everyone thought was weird. I had a strange obsession with odd things at the time. Everyone acted like I was a virus....

I had only one friend, who is now dead. He suffered the same things that were happening to me. We would always smile when we were made fun of. But when 5th grade started.... poof... out of my life....

I soon started cutting afterwards, the blood soon turning into love. I gained more friends, but the pain was still terrible.

Finally, in 7th grade, my pain finally ended. I found the greatest guy who actually cares about me. He's the whole reason I'm still alive. And for that, I am greatfull I didn't give up, and so do all of my new friends