Today I finally realized, no, accepted what people think of me. Half the people that I know believe rumors that I was gone for two months from school because i sexted someone and got suspended. While really I was in and out of different hospitals in and out of surgery and in and out of conciousness. After being stabbed as a baby in the abdomen heart area by my dad, I've developed severe syndromes, conditions, and diseases. I have six scars, two across my left breast, one just below my neck, one across my stomach, and two a few inches above my right hip. Anyways, I had a severe heart attack from a massive od clot and a scar tissue tumor on the inside of my stomach. According to the many doctors, I should be dead. But behold here I am hated by my peers and barely able to keep going on my own. But whatever I do, I refuse to admit that I have it bad. Nothing is going to change by complaining. I just have to take matters in my own hands and move on without anyone else's opinion.