What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my "friends" had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain. p. 128

This book is a labor of love. It is dedicated to people who have cried themselves to sleep because they were 'different'. It is also a celebration of the 'inner outcast' in all of us, and a humble attempt to inspire tolerance, understanding, and acceptance." the intro from the author

....stood there and watched and didn't do a thing to help me.

Saying something bad about someone before you get to know them is very childish. They could be the only one that sticks up for you one day because they may be "stupid, ugly, or fat" but they have the biggest heart that you couldn't see that day you made fun of them.

I found myself, lost inside the depths of my darkest days amazed to find the most of you watching me hoping i’d stay.

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