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- Aug 9, 2020
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So...let's start with early childhood. Elementary school. I was always a super awkward and annoying kid. I pissed my pants at school almost everyday. I liked to mimic and imitate others, especially if I found them really cool. This did nothing but piss people off, but I just never took the hint. I was ostracized from my peers. They called me a weirdo.
Then by middle school...I was just super quiet and reserved. Whenever I tried speaking to people in my childhood, I just pushed people away and made them mad. So in middle school I didn't even try. I still did make like four new friends in middle school though. People who approached me, without me having to approach them first.
Then in high school...same as middle school, but by 12th grade I was a lot more talkative, and made a bunch of new friends. It was at the VERY end, but it was worth it.
Something that's also worthy of note...in 7th grade, when I was 13, I got depressed. Then, by 11th grade, when I was 17, I was super suicidal. Then, by 12th grade, when I was 18, I had tried to kill myself several times, and I told my therapist about it. I was taken to a mental hospital. And I...fit right in there. I was the youngest one there, along with one other 18 year old boy. I didn't find the people there "crazy" at all though with a few exceptions. They seemed like normal people...just broken, like me.
Then by middle school...I was just super quiet and reserved. Whenever I tried speaking to people in my childhood, I just pushed people away and made them mad. So in middle school I didn't even try. I still did make like four new friends in middle school though. People who approached me, without me having to approach them first.
Then in high school...same as middle school, but by 12th grade I was a lot more talkative, and made a bunch of new friends. It was at the VERY end, but it was worth it.
Something that's also worthy of note...in 7th grade, when I was 13, I got depressed. Then, by 11th grade, when I was 17, I was super suicidal. Then, by 12th grade, when I was 18, I had tried to kill myself several times, and I told my therapist about it. I was taken to a mental hospital. And I...fit right in there. I was the youngest one there, along with one other 18 year old boy. I didn't find the people there "crazy" at all though with a few exceptions. They seemed like normal people...just broken, like me.