Shit I've changed. I'm still angry. But I think I have a right. My generation and here after. What with the way the world is now.

But when I look back. It's strange.

I'm not that girl who use to cry for "no" reason, sitting alone on the damp grey floor of the school corridor.

I'm not the same person who use to "love" the latest boy star cause he was like so hot not caring that he was a jerk. I am not so easily impressed.

I'm not the little girl who agreed so easily with the Spice Girls and their "girl power" which was hair, male-up, eating disorders and looks. – No wonder I hatted my body.

I know I'm not fat. And that I am just as beautiful as Brittany Spears. In fact prettier because I have a better personality. Or should I say I have a personality.

I'm not the same person who would fall in love with someone who would make fun of me and make me feel bad about myself.

I no longer put up with the bull shit that people use to throw at me. I am stronger than that.

I no longer believe everything that people tell me. I know that people sometimes get it wrong.

I know that parents and other adults understand but I know that they can't comprehend the damage done to our generation. We have lost the trust and faith in our "all knowing" elders.

I understand that teachers don't listen to much to "tat-til-tales" because they don't understand the physiological damage bulling causes.

I know its better to live that "die". Because I am strong. And others are in greater need.

But there will become a day when I am no longer as angry everyone as I am.

One day I'll be less angry at the system for failing to see that I and many others where suicidal (some so crushed to survive. May they rest in peace).

I'll be less angry at the world for letting people stave, and for the millions that die in was and poverty (May Ass Bush Jr. grow a brain AND a heart).

I'll be less angry at the people who tried (and failed horrible) to brake my sprit. And as time goes by I will grow to be grateful for them because they made me stronger.

And offcourse I am internally grateful to those who helped me through the bad times.

And one day I will be strong.

I will no longer feel unloved. Like I do.

Because I know.

I know that I am forever loved.

By you.