been sitting around...desperately trying to get rid of the pen ink stains..
searched around and read things..
so i used plenty of rubbing alcohol...even tried hairspray...but nothing worked.
i'm hated by everyone.
criticized..yelled at...
from both parents and him
from teachers to glares from other students
from even strangers
so what's the point of my existence? if i'm not even appreciated or understood or being treated right by anyone...
then why am i here?
i love the purse...i actuallypaid for that...
and...i can't find another one....desperately trying to save it...but...
it needs to be thrown away...that's what mother said after she attacked me. sister's rude too...
i feel like...
i'm in cinderella's situation...having a stepsister and a stepmother..
