Hell
When I try to imagine hell I just remember the 6th grade. I know, it's quite pathetic. I'm a senior and I'm still dwelling on the 6th grade? It suck with me like a thorn. I was so desperate to fit in. I memorized every style magazine, every swear word any thing I thought could be "cool" I studied like a book. But I got to school and people just demolished me. My spirit. This was an on going event and I should've seen it coming, but I thought that just once the good in people would come out and accept me and they just attacked the weaker one. Me. It took me years to accept their image of me. Years of relentless torture and mental strife. Some how I'm still alive.
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