Like, I'm cryingnow, andit's beentwoyears. And I'm like, "Am I evergonnabeokay?"
I don't reallyknow. I don't gototheweddingseither, though.
Probablybeingrejectedmywholelife. Thatwasalwayshardforme, alwaystryingtofitinandbelike, partofthiscrowdthat I wasn't a partof.
I wouldcomehomeandhideinmyroom, and, like, notwannatellmymomthat I wasgettingbulliedbecausethen I feellike a loser, and I wasscared. So I wouldbottleeverythingup. I wouldn't reallytalktomyfriendsoranyone.
Whatdoesn't killyoumakesyoustronger, and I'm strongerthan I haveeverbeennow.