Life was good, I guess, but not good enough.
No friends, busy parents, lack of a social life. Not feeling accepted is evil .It makes you feel alone .I also makes you believe that you are not wanted. I almost but never quite formed part of a group . That made me feel even worst .Sometimes I thought I could keep living a façade .Y'know pretending I was happy like was. I never could .Never in my life could I just pretend.
Yet I wanted those that made me go to that edge to suffer for making me go down that path .It was not easy to do it but I was forced to. Forced by 12 evil people who didn't think that the small actions could affect me that way yet they did didn't they?
Clay though was different I didn't want him to suffer. He gave me hope every day just not enough. I wanted him to know that I truly appreatiated it. He kept me alive a bit one person can't do everything.
So I made 13 tapes .One for each person that brought me to the edge and one for the person that almost brought me back.