I always wondered why the world was so unfair to me. I'm a good person, i'm not mean, i've always did what people wanted me to do and i've been a ''good kid''. But why is the people doing the contrary, always has the jackpot? I have good grades, my parents loves me but ... they are probably the only one loving me. I never had any friends until 7 years old. Well i had one, but the second we changed class, he forgot about me. Then i had some other people that sometimes i was playing with at the recess, i even by pure luck sleepover at someone place, but that was because my mom forgot to pick me up. My first friend was another loner who wanted a friend just like me, i even went to his house. But the next year, we weren't in the same class and i discover he wasn't such a real friend. But thanks god, i founded another friend the same year, another loner actually. He was playing the same video games as me and as usual ... after 1 year we weren't friends anymore. It was the same scheme other and other, 1 year friends, or should i rather call them school/class friends, i was basically changing friends every time. But at first i didn't mind, i was comfortable being alone, i didn't see any problem in that, i was time to time with other loners and i was close to my brother, witch was another loner. But after a while, i was so done of being alone, actually it became my fear. I was desperate to found a friend, just one, anyone. But there weren't any vacant one, groups were already made and i was so different, with a mindset that was completely different from everyone, so different that i was considered a weirdo. God knows how i tried to enter groups and only he knows how many times i failed. As i was weird and annoying, people often reject me, then some others had some mercy for me and decided to let me join them and then again, i was rejected. I remember that time when i was in an amazing group, where i was really close to someone and where i loved everyone, we were playing cards and other stuff. I was happy, so happy. I even went like 10 times to someone place. But happy times never last, new friends replaced me and i was ... gone. They figured that i was weird and annoying, and once again i was rejected but it was different, the leader of the group in front of everyone stood up and said ''No one loves you, no one wants you, we want you to go out of our group, everyone who agrees with me says ''ok'' '' Everyone one by one said ''ok'' except the guy i was close to, but without surprise he finally said ''ok''. I then discovered that they were doing parties together without inviting me, they were having sleepovers without me and i even didn't know about it. That was the beginning of my depression.
