Still crying...
It's been around eight hours crying on and off.

I just saw a picture of some girls in my class on Facebook... They were smiling and laughing.
I burst into tears... They looked so happy. Why can't I have a simple and uncomplicated life. Why does my life need to be so messed up...

I'm sorry if I'm posting too much on this thread. Just ignore my numerous whining posts.

Nope.
/hugs
You can still be happy, despite whatever's going on.
And what other people think doesn't matter—what matters is you're awesome and you didn't do it.

Thanks.
But the problem is that C is never going to stop.
So basically, for the rest of my secondary education, I'll be living in fear of being attacked.
She knows EXACTLY how to target and hurt people the most, and then EXACTLY how to shift the blame.

Oh dear lord not this.

We'll look after you. I know it seems like it's going to be hard, but don't worry. Don't let her affect your life any more than it has to. Don't let her ruin something that you worked so hard for, and something that matters to you more than she does. You deserve to be here, and her opinion doesn't matter.

You know how C made all that fuss about her diary last year? She brought it into school was showing everyone. Not like that's attention-seeking or anything. Also, did you tell Katie? She's saying that she knows why you were off school, but that she's not allowed to say. She's clearly trying to get someone to ask her.

Mrs B questioned Hiba and Chandani, who gave a list of witnesses. Katie was probably one witness that Mrs B then questioned.
I've recieved TWO messages in total today asking why I wasn't in school. TWO.

What the FU** was that for!?
"Oh, I'll just take away your iPod and dock it in the living room so you won't play on it all day."
PLAY ON IT?
Do you not realize I talk myself and others out of suicide daily, vent to keep myself sane, write things that delve so deep inside of me I would kill someone before I let them read it, on it?
God DAMN you. You assume things about me. You don't know the last thing about me.
I'm crying so hard right now, YOU'RE DESTROYING ME.

i think i want a therapist

I know what you mean. There's someone in my life who has almost killed my brother, tried to strangle my sister, kicked me in the mouth, knocked me out with a pogo stick, and does everything possible to mess up my life, and yet is classified as a "sweet and intelligent child". :/

Name.
Address.

The two things cheeze and I need to avenge you.
NAME.
ADDRESS.
NOW.
OR AT LEAST THE NAME.