When I was in primary school, all I could could think about was how amazing it would be when I got to high school. How I wouldn't be the shy, insecure and person I had always been and how I would make everyone love me, how I wouldn't let anyone speak to me as though they superior to me when they truly weren't.
Then I got to high school,
I came to realize that I would forever be shy and insecure.
And I hated that, I hated myself for being.......me.
People disliked me for being me.
I felt more and more insecure, as though my insecurity was a disease that had no cure, that would eat me up until there was nothing left but a soulless body filled with self loathing and inhuman hatred towards myself.
My happiness depended on everyone's opinion of me.
To those whose lives depend on the opinions of others ,even when those opinions are false, for them to be happy.
