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When I was in ninth grade, I had a panic attack one night because I realized that my friends didn't like me. I don't... I can't sugarcoat that any other way for you because at the end of the night, I cried in my mom's lap about it. It was a crappy time for me. They would all have parties or sleepovers and they didn't invite me. I can remember looking through the pictures on Facebook and just feeling low. Do you know what I mean?

This is really hard to relate to if you haven't dealt with it, I guess. And it wasn't, like a one time thing. I remember this happening a lot -- I was friends with them for like three years. I remember ranking our bodies based on who was most attractive, which I was usually last... for obvious reasons at the time. And at one point this boy asked me to a thing at school and one of the girls pulled me aside and said he was only taking me because he couldn't get anyone else.

I don't want... This isn't a pity party. I got away from those girls eventually and, while I still deal with a few issues left over from it, I want you to know that I'm okay now. It was hard for me to deal with all of that and I was talking to my mom about it yesterday, about how mean people can be when you can't take a hint. Me, I'm the one that can't take a hint. So I want you to be able to.

Please notice if people don't treat you right. Be around people who want to be with you, who are happy to see you, who want you to be included. Don't waste your time with people who don't want to be your friend because in six years you'll realize that being their friend kept you away from a lot of fun that you could have been having -- the fun that you did have once you got away from them.

catch you later,

Karleigh

"When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them." //  unknown