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Thursday, January 22, 2004
 I wish there was a place without prejudice. You may joke and say that it's Canada; Canadians are too busy playing hockey and putting maple syrup on their ham, but that is a lie. Canada, like all places, has those people who have decided that for one reason or another, they don't like some types of people.
I have a memory of a group of people laughing at a young child as she walked down the street. She wore odd clothing, and seemed different than most kids her age. I can remember people passing by without saying a word. Maybe they too were laughing at her. I wish I was stronger. I wish they would stop...
At my school, you have the usual stereotypes: jock, geek, punk and so on and so forth. No one is known by every one. There is this one person, however, who has no one they can turn to. It isn't that she hasn't tried, she just isn't liked. She has "friends", but that is just a word. And words don't make someone feel any better about themselves. She is alone.
This is true pain; to have your existance denied. I'm fed up with the hypocrites that speak of changing the world for the better, yet they too are laughing at the outcast child who walks down the street alone, and afraid. I was that child. That is my memory of my childhood. Everyday is hell for me. My life sucks, but I know that others have it worse. That realization gives me strength. I gave up on my future long ago, without a single complaint. I just hope I'm strong enough to help someone who needs it. That is my dream. If I can stop one child from feeling this worlds rath, then it will all be worth it. The pain, the suicide letters, the hours spent gazing at my reflection in the blade of a kitchen knife...it will all be worth the trouble of continuing life. That is all...
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