*This is a essay I had to write in Composition but I wanted to share it*
Why do we have the friends we have? How did we become so close to the people around us? When I first came to Colorado from New Jersey, I was very lonely. People were quick to judge. They would judge me and others by our looks or actions. People wouldn't go up to me and let me introduce myself. I felt like an outcast. Something I had to learn the hard way would be only some people will take time out of their day to get to know you.
In middle school, I wanted to change that idea. I didn't want to be an outcast anymore. I was still shy in sixth grade. I would hesitate to talk to anybody and try to make a new friend. People would even reject me as a potential friend because I was "too nice" or "too innocent" for them. The way I spoke drove people away from me. In seventh and eighth grade more people would come up to me. I was making new friends. I felt welcomed.
My seventh and eighth grade friends taught me to be more open and introduce myself to more people. I wanted to get to know more people. This would lead me to be almost overly friendly. My friends would think it is strange and out of the norm to be as friendly as I was. I was just trying to make new friends but couldn't help the awkwardness that stuck with me.
Going in to high school, I wanted to set a good impression. For the most part that did happen. Some encounters weren't as good as the others but I was still able to make friends quickly. By the end of the first week at school, I was making many friends. New incomers could tell I was a really open person.
Since fifth grade, I havelearned only some people will take the time to get to truly know you as aperson. Because of this, my friend circle has expanded to a large amount. If Iever see someone that is just as lonely as I was in the fifth grade, then Iwill understand what they might be going through and try to introduce myself tothem. Judgement is never the first idea but instead chances should be when itcomes to meeting new people. I had to learn this the hard way.
"Long after I have given up, my heart still searches for you without my permission." -Ruby Francisco
I miss you even though you aren't gone.
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A Talk To Myself Paper.. But Online
RandomI always write stories to myself so I wanted to put them in to a book . The story lengths will very depending on the mood of the story.. I hope you enjoy.. I mean you don't have to to enjoy, not forcing it. Loll
