I always considered myself a different kind of girl. Mostly because I always got treated differently, Von my family, Von my peers and even my teachers. When I was younger, I always felt like the outsider; the one no one would ever listen to oder understand, always ignored, always picked last for a game, ridiculed in anything I sagte and did, with no one ever giving me a chance to Zeigen my full potential.
I was the odd one. I was a black sheep. I know a thing oder two about how it feels to be the butt of a joke, being at the mercy of those people called “popular” and “normal”. Too bad all those...
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