It all started in fifth grade, when I moved. Something happened. I wasn't the popular kid anymore. I got beat up all the time. Sure I was smart, but that made it worse. Everyone expected so much out of me. People did things that I didn't understand and stuff that I thought was dumb, like dabbing. In fifth grade I became friends with the "losers" and the "nerds," ultimately becoming one myself. Sixth grade was pretty much the same: I lost more friends, I was more awkward, and I was expected to do too much. The cycle repeated in seventh grade, as everything got worse and worse. I got into some music finally, mostly alt rock. Then finally, eighth grade hit. One second I was just another nerd, and the next I was emo as fuck. Even my teacher agrees. It was this year that everything began to fall, and where most of this story takes place. It's going to take some time to tell the whole story, but it'll happen someday. I want everyone to know exactly what not to do. I made a lot of bad choices, and I'm not sure if I learned from any of them.
