I died, leaving only a diary before my death.
It records all the injuries I suffered during my lifetime, both physical and psychological.
From a very young age, I was subjected to school violence, they didn't know what they were doing wrong, they just saw me as a joke.
Later, I transferred schools and thought I would start over, but I was wrong.
I met a teacher. She always pretended to be fair to everything. But I know that she seems to have some prejudice against me. Every time, no matter what I do, no matter who the other party is, she will attribute the mistake to me.
Where did I go wrong?
I sucked it up and got to high school. But God always has trouble with me.
I was bullied in high school.
No one wants to talk to me, and no one wants to sit at the same table with me...
Was it a big mistake for me to be born?
I have no idea.
Purpose: I hope all girls can be respected