As these words travel in my head in through my ear out of my other ear as I think and wonder why am I such this mean person im a bully why I keep asking my self  I said out loud I guess im popular I was abused at the age of 11 and now I see it in my head every night in my dreams ,why me I hit my self my mother used me for money and yet she is dead with her blood on my hands why is this happening to me I guess im going to be gone for ****** this is me saying im sorry this is me asking for forgiveness and some love again God help me help me help me