My Whole Self - Not your average book

The beginning

I won't bore you with the details on how someone is created, born and grows. That's the obvious stuff. My beginning was in high school, the place you grow the most. I started off in year 7, a happy kid who had a massive group of friends and not a care in the world. That changed, very quickly. I started being bullied, called names, pushed into lockers (against them), hair pulled, rocks thrown at. The usual I guess. At first I looked past it and didn't care, I was tough, I could handle it. Wrong. The people who bullied me were previously friends from primary school. Which was odd because we were like a little family. To this day I really don't know if I did anything wrong, I personally don't think I did but that's what everyone says right? I asked plenty of times what I did for them to hate me, they never replied though. All but one bully dropped off after Mum chased them with her car, long story but it was kind of hilarious. It was getting a bit to the point where they even said things about Mum when she went down the street, she's not very patient, especially with little pricks. I don't blame her. The bully that was left used to be one of my best friends. Sometimes I feel like that person is the reason why I find it so hard to connect with people. You trust someone so much and then they turn on you just like that. The bullying kept going to the point where I wasn't "strong" anymore, I would cry and beg Mum and dad not to make me go back to school. I stayed home for around three weeks I think, anytime they mentioned school it's like a balloon exploded of emotions and I couldn't stop it. I forgot to mention that this (being the bullying) has gone from the mid way through year seven into the end of year eight. End of year eight rolls around and I can't take it anymore so Mum and dad move me to another high school. Instantly when I got there I felt alone. I knew all of two people but they all had their best friends from growing up together. I stayed there for another two years, the whole time I honestly never felt like I fit in. They had their friend groups and I was just the tag along kid. I wasn't bullied there but my mental health stability wasn't great from previous years so I ended up having a melt down at home and couldn't go back. Bringing me to my third high school. This one was good, I didn't have to fit in, it was more like a uni than a high school. Everyone kept to them self, I felt safe and I could work at my own pace with school work. Surprisingly I was actually good at school work and I was ahead by about three months. Over the period from being at the second high school to the third, my best friend of seven years and I had a fight and stopped talking. We didn't speak for about a year or more. She was really my last friend and ever since it's never been the same. She got a boyfriend they got close, I never dated again from year nine onwards. We started talking again and it was never the same. Engagement does that I guess, we are friends but never talk. So much time goes in between us talking that it's just a pain to explain everything that's happened. This brings us to the next chapter of my story. The past two years of my life.