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part 1 / the start of it all.....😮🤔

I am over 18 now and i just started college , and because I  or anyone else couldn't afford to live alone everyone had a roommate ,my roommate is my ex crushes best friend. 😣 ///////////////////////////////////////////////                " Ugh?. " i woke up to feel very tired ,and a annoying head ache annoyed me from the second I  opened my eyes. " why does it feel like I have a hangover?" I whispered to myself  as I  never ever had such a pain full morning and I  also never had alcohol. I looked over to my desk to check for any unknown bottles ,fortunately I  found nothing but my gay roommate sleeping , tightly tucked into his bed sheets. I  slowly groaned out of of my bed whilst checking my alarm clock. "5 am, how great" I  rolled my eyes as I  took a peice of paper and started to quickly plan out my morning.  'Ok  5 to 5:30-shower hmmmmm. 5:31 to 6- hair drying and getting clothes ready aaaannnnddd ummm 6 to 6:30 preparing brakfast and inviting a friend or two and 6:30 to 7 eating and getting out of the house' . As I  had my morning planned I  was able to calm thyself (myself) and follow it successfully. That happend everyday.                                               /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////After a few minutes of  staring into the wall blanckly I  slowly got up and walked past my roommate as quietly as posible not to disturb his sleep ( mission failed)  "hey!..... why are u up so early?, do I need to wake up too?" I turned to him and roll my eyes , sometimes it feels like he is my child and i need to instruct him how to do every little thing." Am I your mother to tell you when to wake up?" He looked at me with a little grin on his mouth. " OK I will go back to sleep........mummy😑😐" I  fully turned to face him,I  stared at him with annoyance till he falls back asleep.                                                           /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I  took my new uniform and hang it on a hanger as I  slowly took off your clothes. The school uniform...it reminded me of my old schools and everything that have happened in them......the bullies........all that stupid self harm for nothing , so pointless....oh and most importantly all those crazy crushes that mostly never liked me back. I  slowly stepped into the shower and turned on nice hot water , but that didn't get my mind off all the guys I  use to like. I remember every single one of them , I still see them sometimes but I  avoid speaking to them or even looking into their eyes , I still had  some of the axaiaty problems that came from all the bulling I had as a child . I use to be called fat ,  ugly , pimple face , weirdo. I use to stand out like glitter on black paper. People always found me weird because I loved books and writing. People always found me writing , doing your home work early , drawing (I am  an amazing artist in all ways possible I hate to think logically) they thought that I were weird as they wore make up and I didn't.  I  heard a quiet alarm go off. It was my to just keep track of time. Time to get out I  thought to myself. I got out the shower and quickly dryer my hair as I put on my uniform. Ok. I slowly got out to start cooking until * knock nkock* OMG I was so excited to open the door it was probably Alex or Anabelle (two of my best friends) I opened the door cheerfully until I saw...... (next episode will revile who it really was...)