Fifth class I had a really nice teacher. Desiree she was called. The bullying was still going on, and I kept fighting back, but I didn't got too mad, except for one time.
I don't know why anymore but I walked away out of class on my way home. And that was fifth class I guess?
covid-19 was a horrible time for me, I had zero contact with anyone but my parents and sisters. I got crazy, so I could go to the emergency shelter (Kids with parents who worked in the healthcare could still go to school) So I did go there one time, and it was a relieve.
Also the school trip to the Efteling was cancelled so that was disappointing.
I did like being done with my schoolwork fast, but I think that that was the moment I really started thinking. About my parents and what I had been through. I started thinking on my own. The people around you have a lot of influence about how you think and how you will become. But at the end of fifth class I started thinking of my own. I didn't want to be dependent on my parents anymore. I was not a little kid. I could think of my own. So I did. I started thinking about being locked up in my room. About my mother screaming in my face spit flying around. I knew then that I was damaged really bad. And from that moment it's going to get worse.
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About Me
Non-FictionThis is a story about me, about how i manage to survive, about how i try to live in this hard world and about my dreams and fails. This story will NEVER be completed, it's about my life and I will keep updating.
