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About Autumn

Hey guys.

I'm Autumn.

I'm a simple person. I laugh a lot, smile a lot, sarcasm is my middle name, I have a group of friends I like to be with, and I love them. Not only that, I like making friends and talk. Probably also writing.

You can say that I'm a happy person. You can easily tell from all my crazy jokes and laughs. Yes, I'm indeed happy.

What made me happy?

-Being around with amazing people and they make your day, make you laugh. Which is cool.

-Have that one person you can spill your everything-- problems, worries, troubles etc.--to. Have that one person who's always by your side when you're really down and sad. They comfort you and make you feel better, bring spark to you day.

-Forgetting my own past, get over with things I think I should get over in order to get happiness.

Past is important, yes.

Sometimes past is what made you who you really are, find your true self, learn from mistakes, learn to make yourself a better person.

I used to get sad for no reason.

That's why I kept a diary. (But I don't really touch it nowadays, I write more in another notebook).

I was young, I didn't know about much things. I didn't know what's "to hide your emotions" but I used to bottle them up and express them through my diary, which is good, because I love writing and it trains you to keep your emotions to yourself, instead of affecting the people around you.

As I was saying, I was young, probably about eight or nine. I was just a young, little weakling in a huge, huge world. I didn't know quite a lot of things, like bullying.

What I experienced was: when I was in computer class, there was a boy who sat beside me. He liked to bother me. And I was very annoyed. When he doesn't understand anything the teacher's saying, he'd pinch me hard on my arm, or slap me hard, and force me to answer him.

He wouldn't stop until I told him I was going to report him to the teacher. I thought that was it. It's going to be fine. But it didn't just stop there, he kept continuing to bother me to death, and I gave up the "tell-a-teacher" thing, and started to stand up by myself. But I was clueless and hopeless, because I didn't know what to do.

What could I do? Scold him? Hit him?

No one really knew about this because like I told you, I don't like telling anyone things about myself or my personal story or even my past or childhood.

And to be honest, I really hate him.

During that bully (if you classify it as bully), there was another guy who was also annoying me, too.

I think they were both good friends.

The other bully has the worst attitude, worst grades and worst everything.

I met him when I was arranged to be seated next to him by my home room teacher. And that was when nightmare started.

He started by light bullying like slapping, poking, then turned into shouting, screaming, cheating on tests (by looking at my answers). Sometimes bribing but I'd never take someone's money (unless it's an Ang Pau) for taking advantage of me.

He was one of the famous guys in my year, probably also in the school. He had a group of boys as his gang. Pretty scary. Yeah.

Last time, I remember seeing him outside of the class, standing by his relatives. Then I heard from others that he got into an accident and he was lucky to live. If I didn't get it wrong, I think both his parents are dead.