My name is Astrid and this is my story.
I am 14 years old and come from somewhere outside Uppsala in Sweden. My parents are divorced so I live every other week with my two little sisters. I have a cat and two guinea pigs. In this story you will lear...
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Maybe I could do it when I was little but to be strong for almost 9 years is hard. People who say talking to those grown hats are wrong, it's getting worse. But those who say it have never been about it as they do not know how it is.
Because if you say to those adults, you have to go to the curator. But going to the curator means you miss a lot of lessons, many think it's good, but I ended up in many subjects and got home and work so I got a lot more tougher at school. I'm there to learn so if I still do the most at home, why should I go to school then I'm just crazy there? The years went by and it was only worse, most psychically, now you've got a lot and many shots have been spotted.
But then at the end of 6, we would split up to 7th, I thought now it will be fine. But it was the same school so everyone already showed their place so it was not better to get to a new class. From a chat happy horny girl to a shy silent girl. It's easy to get on the boat, but it's harder to get up once you've hit the bottom. I've taken a bite but have not even come halfway and I hit the bottom nine years ago. I'll never be able to stay myself again but I can get nearby. If that's even possible.
I have lost many in all these years but losing Olivia was the worst. A new girl started in class I was nice to her but later she became best friend with Olivia and I was slowly forgotten. Then at 6 o'clock they had a big fuss and did not talk to 7 years later, so switch Olivia School has seen her five times since then once said hi.
I've lost many in my life but losing Olivia was probably worst because we were really tight or I thought so in any case.
