In fifth grade I didn't have good friends I was the outcast I was alone but nobody knew I was hurting how I would cry myself to sleep and I still do they didn't know I would look at my self and say why am I here I am worthless. So when I went to middle I was alone for a little part then I stared getting friends but we weren't that close we would talk but I could tell that they didn't know how breken I was so early.
