[insertwittyname]

I never cared for bras in elementary. Hell, I wore Levis that stopped at the belly button and cheap ass T-shirts. And I was the most hated girl in school. And for what? I'll never know. Basically, rich prepp school. Horse land with million dollar homes. Girls with ponies. Designer clothes at young age. Guys with palm pilots. The entire time there was hell. Parents made me go. If I though it would help, I'd have slit my wrists and ended it all there. But my want for revenge later in life kept me, though I've yet to have my revenge.