So erm... Yeah, This Is My Life. Or... At Least How I See It. (ON MARCH 20TH)

I've decided to just go with my first name through out my blogging career, so my name is Megan. I'm a high school student (Not by choice, not that anyone is a student by choice). I'm having a hard time describing myself because i don't really fit into any of the groups at my school (Jock, prep, stoner, geek etc.). I'm kinda a loner i guess. I've always had a really dark sense of humor that not many people understand and i tend to come off looking crazy. Which i very well may be. If i were to be grouped in with anyone though i would be grouped with the freaks, a name i have become very familiar with. You see I'm a female and i like females which is apparently an open invitation to get the shit beaten out of you (I was unaware). I'm sorry I'm so depressing, i don't mean to be but the world is so crazy sometimes. It just makes no sense. I am pretty much a perfect lesbian stereotype. I have short hair, i wear flannel, i do construction and work boots i mean... i AM the lesbian stereotype and I'm pretty much okay with that, now only if the people at school would be okay with that. I'm not a mean person. Sure maybe i come off as cold but it's only because i don't know what to say but i was bullied a lot last year. Last year was hell for me. It started out with people at school figuring out I'm gay. Then one day i was outside my school and a few kids from class grabbed me and threw me into the near by creek. After that i was pretty much called a fag or a dyke everyday, a few times i was hit or pushed. I started picking up some extremely bad habits (Some I've stopped by now and some I'm still working on) and i got very depressed. I began thinking about killing myself and how it would be so much easier. In the middle of all of this i made an extremely bad choice in school which led to my expulsion. To get back into my school i was required to go through a number of programs and meetings which included therapy. After talking to me my doctor diagnosed me with major depression and ADD. So she put me on meds and i have to sit and talk about my feelings -Cringe- and I'm back in school and mom and dad are happy. So here i am! I know it seems very sad, but i had a lot of happy moments too... the sad ones just over power the happy ones.