You know, I used to be a happy kid. I did the right things in instinct, I knew things. I was like everyone else. At school I was quiet, but at home I was loud and had fun with my siblings. We had a good bond. Then middle school happened. Ok I get through it, no biggie. Then high school happens. High school.
I want you to imagine a scenario. Ok, let's take a happy-go-lucky kid, someone who's almost like a Disney princess who's nice and kind, maybe a little shy. Now let's put them into high school filled with incredibly violent, angry, self-righteous people. And this person has to deal with the constant yelling from them. And I mean SEVERE yelling. Insults and harsh criticism with everything you do. Every day. For 4 years. Constantly. Without end. And they're too scared to stand up for themselves out of fear of being yelled at or attacked.
And when they're with their friends they have to hold in their emotions. When they come home they have to do some of homework, not too bad but a little inconvenience. And often times around the sophomore year they have to start walking home from school because they don't have transportation. And the first time they do it, they have no idea where they live. And they still have to get home. And that's not to mention the abuse they get when they go home.
Then they get to their Junior year. The Beginning of the End. I'm not quite sure what posses human beings to behave this way but this kid is forced to do this insane amounts of homework and go to all these classes that are too advanced for them to understand. And still have to pass. And that's not even mentioning the bullying. They get so scared they run in the halls just so they don't get late to class. I don't even want to mention the Senior year.
Imagine doing this for 4 years. Every single day for 4 years. Without end. And then it hits you: this is what my life is going to be from now on. This will never end.
No wonder I became suicidal.
