Letters don’t define you, whether that’s the grades you get or the words people call you. You define you.
Today is probably the worst I’ve been in a month. I’m so mad and frustrated and I don’t know how to let it out without hurting someone. Or how to even put it in words how I feel exactly. Sometimes the people who I think are my friends prove me otherwise. All I want is the truth and all you can give me is a lie to make yourself look better.