Many people celebrate Christmas, or their birthdays. Many people celebrate at least one kind of holiday. Even I am guilty of it, though my holiday is very different from most peoples. For you see what I celebrate is the fact that I have survived through one more hate filled, ridiculed day. I have once again survived a day full of taunts, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and judgment. All of this from my fellow peers and supposed 'friends'. As if any of them really cared. Most people think that you can just go to a teacher and everything will be alright, when in all reality you can't. They don't care; trust me I have gone to them many of times. They don't do anything about it. In all of my fourteen years of life there has never been a day for as long as I can remember that I have not been put down. Now many think that I am over-reacting, but I would have to disagree. Every day I come home with broken ribs and a bloodied face. So to all of you who clearly want me dead, here's to you! So watch as I drink the vial of poison in front of me and crumble to the ground as my life is slowly pulled away from me and walk towards death's door like the old friend he is.