Chapter 1
Ah, facebook. The place you can get cyberbullied but still know who they are.I log in every day, trying to find DIYs that may be useful. .My room is covered in them- nearly everything I made in it. However, that's never the case.
I get hateful mesages invaiding my private messages, opening them revealing hundreds of insults that cover my peaceful FB conputer screen. I'm usually targeted for my looks- freckles, red messy hair, pale skin, squarish glasses, and a hippy look of a tanktop and kackies. Or my religon- actually, lack of. Even my sexuality- pansexual.
"Faggot"- unorigonal.
"Sadist"- common misunderstanding.
"Dork"- lacks creativity.
Most would probably just sit there and cry, correct? Nada. I write each insult down.
Why is simple- you can tell alot by what people use to insult you. If it's common, or lacks origonality, probably popular. If its creative, like "Communistic goat- fûck" well... they have hope in this world.
Back to reality, I closed my laptop, put it in my bag, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
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