Introduction

As soon as I got home, I got on twitter to see what was going on. People were hating on Niall Horan again. Yes, that guy from One Direction. I decided to be nice and send him a DM on twitter. "People are just being buttholes, and they don't know what would happen to 1D without you. Don't let them bring you down. Trust me, I've been there, and it's still happening for almost 13 years." I pressed send. I didn't really know if he would respond. Instead he tweeted out, " BriApotato Thanks :) For cheering me up"

A few seconds later, people were hating on ME. Telling me to die, I'm not worth it, and calling me names I've heard before. I didn't really care. It's just Twitter. I don't know why, but most 15 year old girls would die, if Niall Horan mentioned them in a tweet. I didn't freak out or anything, surprisingly. My brown eyes scrolled through twitter until I got a DM. My heart almost dropped just reading it. Niall Horan: "Can I bring you along to one of our concerts? ;)" I stayed my cool and screamed a little, I replied, "Sure :3" Then, we chatted for a while and he said he'll pick me up. I squealed. Most girls would almost die if this happened. I still can't believed this even happened.

Later that night, I laid in bed, rethinking about my feelings how I'm hurting in the inside. I was still being bullied for 13 years, since I was 2. I don't know what I did wrong for people to hate me, I didn't really like myself. I hated how I cared for people who didn't even care for me. I cried myself to sleep, letting all the hurt out. I'm actually not strong as I look. I've always been a sad person, that everyone thought, I had a really good family, friends, and life. Life was never good for me, until Niall Horan cheered me up and I actually felt happy for one in my life. It's just twitter.