Well, I didn't actually care, it wasn't as if they made me suffer, the actual problem was the people that hurt me where the ones I most helped... Those who I gave my help stared attacking me, that was the problem, it was really heartbroken; its really painful when you give your all and they gave no more than nothing back...
So, guess what? I started ignoring them but every time they had the opportunity they insult me and that made my "spirit" of helping others to get broken; they got into a point were I was left alone, and not because I wanted, so I stared "acting" as if they were joking around.
I ate alone 'cause they let me alone, they stared talking by my back, their was always that one person that told me everything they talked about, but I didn't appreciate his help, I used to see it like if he was doing the same as they did me.
Time passed and they just hated me every time a little more and that would take me to loneliness again... Based in that I decided to be lonely (as I explained before) it was easier.
I spend two years in that place, until one day my mom decided that we had to change schools, it was actually pretty good, I would be in a new place, were I needed just to stay quite, not doing nothing, neither impressing everyone, that's all I gotta do in this new place to be in peace; it was pretty damn easy, nobody knew me so I could just say I liked to be alone and that I would prefer that than being around lots of people, and it wouldn't be weird 'cause "I have always been like that" but, guess what?
