Kjære kamilla jeg har veldig lenge

Kjære kamilla

jeg har veldig lenge tenkt at jeg skulle snakke med deg men jeg har et problem og det er ikke så lett og snakke om, så jeg tenkte at jeg skulle krive et brev til deg heller. Du er den eneste og den aller første jeg noen gang forteller om dette, for jeg synes det er så vanskelig å snakke om, men jeg vet at siden du er min beste venn så kan jeg si dette til deg.

Problemet mitt er at jeg har drivet med selvskading for en stund nå, eller egentlig har jeg gjort det over lengre tid.
Det hele startet i femte klasse, da jeg flyttet hit. Jeg begynnte i en ny klasse med nye klassekamerater så jeg trodde jeg skulle få det kjempe bra, men det viste seg og bli verre. Jeg har blitt mobbet over klærne mine, at de var så gammle og slitte og over utseende mitt, at jeg ikke er den tynneste og peneste.

Det var ingen som ville være med meg når jeg begynnte her, for at jeg var så rar, og jentene i klassen hadde en sånn jentegjeng der hvor jeg ikke fikk være med i for de syntes at jeg lignet mer på en gutt.

Resultater (engelsk) 1:

dear kamilla

I've really been thinking that I should talk to you but I have a problem and it is not easy to talk about, so I thought I'd Krive a letter to you either. you are the only and the first thing I ever said about this, because I find it so hard to talk about, but I know that since you're my best friend so I can say this to you.

my problem is that I've run going with self-injury for a while now, and really I have done it a long time.
It all started in fifth grade, when I moved here. I started working in a new class with new classmates so I thought I would get the good fight, but it turned out and get worse. I have been bullied over my clothes, they were so Old and worn and look over myI'm not the thinnest and prettiest.

no one would be with me when I started working here, that I was so funny, and the girls in the class had such a girl gang where I did not participate in the thought I was more like a boy.

Resultater (engelsk) 2:

Dear kamilla

I have very long thought that I was going to talk to you but I have a problem and it is not that easy and talk about, so I thought that I should Rite a letter to you either. You are the only one and the very first thing I ever tell you about this, for I find it so hard to talk about, but I do know that since you are my best friend and I can say this to you

.My problem is that I have the drive with self-injury for a while now, or actually, I've done it for a long time.
it all started in fifth grade, when I moved here. I started working in a new class with new classmates, so I thought I was going to get that awesome, but it turned out and get worse. I have been bullied all over my clothes, that they were so old and worn out and over my appearance, that I am not the thinnest and prettiest.

There was no one who wanted to be with me when I started working here, that I was so strange, and the girls in the class had a bunch of girl like that where I didn't get to be included in the for they thought that I resembled more of a boy.

Resultater (engelsk) 3:

Dear kamilla

i have very long thought that i was going to talk to you but i have a problem and it is not so easy and talk about, so i thought i was going to krive a letter to you either. You are the only and the very first i ever tell you about this, for i think it is so difficult to talk about, but i do know that since you are my best friend so i can say this to you.

My Problem is that i have along nicely with selvskading for a while now, or actually, i have done it for a long time.
It all started in the fifth grade, when i moved here. I started in a new class with new classmates so i thought i was going to get the fight good, but it turned out and will be worse. I have been bullied over my clothes, that they were so period houses adjoined and worn and over look my,That i am not is the thinnest and most breathtaking.

there was no man that would be with me when i started here, i was so strange, and the girls in the class had such a hen party where i didn't get to be with in the thought that i am more like a boy.