AnniaTheGreat

Yep, it's me! The kind of person you never thought existed. The ones with the cuts on the wrists? Those are my friends. I try to help them, but never can. I cry at night. So what? No one cares anyway. I hold onto my friends too much. I'm bullied for being a "Fake Nerd" and a "Real Nerd" in the same sentence: something I never thought was possible until middle school. I'm broken, unfixable, even. My friends don't last past a year, and those who do manage to slip away when the time is urgent. I made one this year who didn't even last the entire semester. Shamed, beaten, catcalled, judged. I am the girl sitting in the sidelines as people use me as a target for their words. I am a wannabe. There's nothing to be proud of about that. Those who dream big die among millions whose dreams came true and become shallow and stuck-up. Where does that leave me?

I cannot be saved, but please, for my sake, and for the sake of others across the world, stop this unfair judgement and let people be what they want.

It's the only thing I ask.