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Chapter 3Chapter three,
I will refer to her as H.
If I think of 3th grade, mostly is clouded by her face and her actions back then.
She was the only friend I had so to say. I am not sure if friend is the right term though.
I was standing in her shadow, she felt better then me, or I think she did.
She had bigger breast, a bigger mouth, I was the little attachment who nobody liked anyways.
In the 3th year the bullying hit top and it ended up with me trying to come lose.
But in the class no one, except for her wanted to talk to me. I was all-alone otherwise.
She was never a real friend. When all eyes were drawn on me she wouldn't take my side, she'd even help them take me down. And I couldn't do anything about it.
I tried getting rid of her, or at least standing up to her by sitting all alone.
But it was hard, I had no one.
I don't have so many vivid memories that have stayed with me from this year.
But I know for sure that if I think back of it I truly hate her for what she
Chapter 2Chapter two,
1th and 2th grade
This part is rather long, spending six important years of my life on one school and my puberty. I might just start telling you about the first year(s).
It started with me, still as innocent and silent as I was. Easy target for everyone to make fun of or whatever else they needed someone to blame for. I was unattractive, my growth was slow and didn't start somewhere between 2th and 3th grade of high school.
Opposite to my friends, who all began puberty earlier than me. It made me feel an outsider, even to my friends. I didn't understand the things they went through.
I was silent, but that didn't mean my head was silent. There was so much going on inside of me. And also drawn down, every empty space of paper was filled with drawings and doodles of my hand. I developed a way to not pay attention in class and just dream away.
I remember my teachers getting mad at me all the time, because they thought I wasn't paying attention since I was drawing wh
Chapter oneOkay, I decided I'm gonna try and write down most of what is holding me down.
I'm gonna do it in chapters so that I have a clear vision of when everything happened etc.
If I bore you with this then don't read it. I know nobody cares about these stories, but this is my page, and I have the freedom to write them down.
My story might be in poetry form, or sentences, I don't know for sure.
Maybe I will look back on memories that have stayed with me all this time.
I'm gonna try and be my own listener, because I don't see the point in telling anyone all these things I think of every day. So I hope my knowledge of the English language will be sufficient to tell my story.
I am going to start with the parts that are my youth, or what I remember vividly. And the parts that I assume are one of the causes I am who I am right now.
The early years of my life, I am only 18 years old, so you might think that I have no idea what I am talking about. I guess that recalling things
A PlaceI need a place,
To put down my thoughts,
Say everything I want.
Where tears are accepted,
I need a place,
Maybe even a person,
To put my trust in,
So I can finally rest,
Only for just a second.
I need a place,
Where I can display,
All my demons,
All the fears,
That accompany me,
Every single day.
I need a place,
I don't really care where,
So I will have some peace,
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