the miserable life of a miserable teenager
group project

“Sit and smile, they don’t need your input.”Maybe they had a group chat where they plotted how to exclude me next time?

Or they met up at recess?

Either way, it worked.

Gang up on her, make fun of her, treat her different.

Why? Was it the untreated ADHD?

Or because my face was never good enough?

I was just a little girl, begging for affection I clearly didn’t get at home.

Everybody was right, it is a dog-eat-dog world.