well the scars from middle school are still bleeding. after everything i've been through, everyone turning their backs on me, hurting me, i've built up a wall to protect myself. i'm nice to the people i trust, and those are numbered. i can't even trust my "friends." they continuely tell me how many people hate me, how many people think i'm ugly, how many people think i'm mean. i'm not mean unless i'm fighting for my life. but i am sarcastic to try and keep myself sheilded. i am far from an ideal person. people make fun of me for everything that i care for, everything that i strive for. i can't seem to do anything right in their minds.