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this morning i was doing my bi-yearly check of myspace. i know, i know… but i have family that refuses to get on facebook. whatever, that is not the point. the poin is this:
who is amy?
well, succinctly, she’s the person that ruined my life in middle school.
you might be wondering why i still think something that happened in middle school is still a big deal to me. well, that can also be answered…but a whole less succinctly.
when i was in the 6th-8th grades i was going through a very trying personal family life: my parents were seperated; my mom had a new boyfriend who was sexually abusing me, and isolating us from my family; i was being picked on every single day;the first best friend i ever had moved; my mom lost her job and we had to be on welfare for a couple years and i was confused as to why i was finding both boys and girls attractive. basically, super fun times!!!
there were only a few places where i felt like i could be safe. one of them was amy’s own home.
anyhow, i ended up being taken from my mom, because i finally told someone about the sexual abuse and i left for about 6 months. right before i left, i had discovered what the meaning of bisexuality was. i also had begun to self identify myself as that, in the 7th grade. and amy was one of my only friends, and she was definitely the only friend i felt like i trusted. which, being a dumb 7th grader, was all my fault, you know?
anyhow, when i came back to the school again for 8th grade, i was made aware, quite quickly, that amy had told a girl that didn’t like me what i had told her (which was I was bisexual and i had a huge crush on the gym teacher) and that girl promptly told everyone she could that i was a lesbian. which then got me harassed every single day i was in the 8th grade.
it culminated in me giving an innocent compliment to a girl, and her boyfriend becoming enraged and punching me in the back of the head while calling me a dyke.
amy caused this by not being a good friend to me, she caused the paranoia that resulted in harassment that resulted in suicidal thoughts and attempts.
so imagine my surprise to see that she found me on myspace, and wants to catch up and be friends.
no. fucking. way.
eat a dick, amy.
27th October 2010
