6th grade: I cared only about what people thought of me. Because of it, I had anxiety and panic attacks. 7th Grade: I didn't give a shit about what any one thought about me, and it was the best year of my life. 8th grade: I moved somewhere new, and I'm a little self conscious. But, with people I know, I am carefree. I'm working on being as care free as I was in 7th grade. But, for the time being, I have a bit of anxiety still. And, I'm Atheist, and willing to admit it to anyone, (Except my family, they would kill me. >.<) But, my mother and father don't completely understand me yet. So, I'll just have to wait on that one. ^_^ People can call me anything they want, any insult they can think of. I agree with them. Someone calls me an fugly fat whore, I'll agree. I completely hate myself, and I've gotten over people calling me things. When you get tormented since you are a toddler, you get use to people treating you badly. I am looked upon as the, "Freak," or the "Outcast." Most people don't even take the time to learn about me. But, there are those few people, who are open minded enough, to say hi, and learn who I really am. I'm not what people would call GIRLY. I'm a tom boy, and damned proud of it. I wrestle, play football, and hang with guys. It's more fun to get down and dirty, then to worry about braking a nail. OMG I BROKE A NAIL! Haha fuck that. ^_^