It was not a simple adolescence, I always had a few friends and I was always seen as the "strange" girl just because I was different, maybe because I was wearing black, because I sometimes liked wearing headphones and listening to music alone; boys didn't look at me, girls didn't want me in their groups, at school they made fun of me and laugh at me, on the street when I walked people said bad things about me. At first "lelly Kelly" after a few years "emo" someone even told me "you're dressed for a funeral" just because I had a black jeans and a black shirt ... These people don't know how much I suffered all those things, I often cried, I wondered what was wrong with me, all of this was one of the causes of my depression, which brought me the scars I have now on my wrists. One day a boy made me understand my potential and everything changed, he showed me that I had something more than the other girl, than the other people (I still don't know how to explain what) and now I have to say "bitch look at me, first wanted to destroy me and now you want to be me ... And you have not seen anything yet". Yes, now sometimes girls call me a bitch, but you know what? That they say it! I'm the bitch that your boyfriend watch and I am much more than you'll ever be! So my advice to a young me would be "hey girl, you're the best, fuck what people say"
Thank you @rambo and @missy to give me the opportunity to talk about that ❤️
