A Story of a Sad Little Boy

chapter 1: the beginning

So if your reading this then welcome!  This is a story of my life.  Pretty much it's a rants and my life stories in my perspective. So I am currently 13(2\10\19). I do a lot of drawing and acting.  So 8th grade, where girls are petty assbags and guys and jackasses who harrass everyone.  My goal you may be asking well my goal is to not bow down to everyone else's level.  So as it turns out this is easier said than done.  I have a extremely short temper so that of course didn't help at all.  In most of my classes I have one really good best friend who I will call sadoe ( if you find this you know who you are you hoe) of course I have other friends but she is the one that I always went to with my problems and she did the same( this detail will be important later but not now). so my entire life I've been marked as weird and different. For preschool I was homeschooled by mom, so I was never really that social, and apparently I am shy idk though. on the first day of kindergarten, I was the only one who didn't know anyone so I did what I do best even to this day, create a story in my head of conversations I could be having while avoiding the other children. By the 2nd week the teacher who I still keep in touch with to this day and is great, got worried and forced me to make some friends. so I did what any antisocial person does; awkwardly introduce myself to some children. In my class there were these two girls who were best friends, me not knowing this I introduced myself and I'm guessing they figured" why not have another person who we can get rid of eventually" so we became friends. A first it was fine, after awhile I was changing myself so I was more like them and so they liked me more, might I just say THAT SHIT IS STUPID IF YOU HAVE TO CHANGE FOR SOMEONE THEN THEY DON'T ACCUALLY CARE ABOUT YOU AND BE FRIENDS OR SOMETHING WITH ANYONE ELSE!  I remember they called my armpits ugly so I never wore a tank top or a dress that was a tank top cut  until around fourth grade then dress codes came into play and I couldn't. They were toxic friends and people, luckily after that year I never saw one of them again. although I didn't like how they treated me I still hung out with them because I was lonely.  the one of them I still know to this day is named Alice (this is future me- I had to change the names because my friend shared my story with her ). Alice was then in my second, third, and fifth grade class and now in most of my classes with no recollection of anything passed 7th grade. BUT that's a story for those chapters. 

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS- GRIFF