Hi, my name is “Sunnyside”.
In my life, there had been tough times and turns, with bullying, and abuse from someone who should’ve been my mother, but instead wanted to be a beast. With many years of gossip saying I was addicted to drugs, and hate sites about me, even people beating me up physically and emotionally at school, made me have thoughts of the unbelievable. I had no idea what I was made for. At the ending of sixth grade, I was then sent to a receiving home, because my bipolar grandmother couldn’t take care of me, saying my anxiety was driving her insane, and that I acted like a foolish child, when really I just needed someone to be there for me.
I lived in hell for months on end, staying there at the receiving home, until horror struck; a girl beat my chest so hard they turned raw. I thought that having only a good hour of sleep a night was painful enough, she lead me to having only a good fifteen, waking up then afterwards, wanting to cry. I even almost fainted at school sometimes.
A supervisor for our dorm called me outside, and told me I could play with a computer. Well, I actually was sending a report to the police saying I needed help, and then I could play. When I finished typing the report, I went on deviantART. The first picture I saw was a My Little Pony picture, saying “It’s Okay To Be Different.”
I was then sent to live with my father, sole custody. My pain was cleansed, and I even went to a new school. I met some friends who were bronies, and they showed me the show. I really enjoyed them, and I just hope everyone knows that in the future, things will get better.
It’s sort of like a cake. You don’t want to eat two cups of flour, two raw eggs, melted butter, and a tablespoon of pure vanilla down your throat separately. You want the cake. Same as life, you just have to wait until the timer is finished, and then life will get better.