Why do you all hate me?
Because I don’t drink?
Because I don’t party?
Because I don’t go out and smoke?
Because for once in my life, I stuck up for myself and didn’t let you bully me into doing something?
Because I can’t tell you anything for fear of everyone knowing?
Because I used to call you “my friends”?
I’m sick of it.
Why can’t I be accepted for who I am?
Why am I so different?
Why am I so alone?