The Outcast.

Post 6.

You know, there are some days that I just sit at my computer and I just wonder, "What the hell am I going to do with my life?"

I don't know what I'm going to do. There's nothing interests me anymore.

I'm going to a new school today, though I can't really tell you where it is. My therapist says that there's a possibility that the kids from my old school could find me and continue to harass me. He thinks this because for about a month after I left that school, I would get calls and emails from people that told how much they hated me. One email that I received was from an anonymous kid there. It said:

Sent From: Anon@gmail.com

Sent to: AlexK@yahoo.com

Subject: Hey

I hate you. i hope u kno tht. your the werst person ever. every1 hates u. die.

When I got that, I couldn't stop laughing. I wasn't even angry. It was so unoriginal and stupid, that I didn't let it bother me. All I wanted to do was reply to them, correcting every single mistake they made. So I did.

Sent From: AlexK@yahoo.com

Sent to: Anon@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Hey

Hey, Anon. Yeah, it's me, Alex. I'd like to say that I got your message, and I was really disappointed that I couldn't really understand it. It was touching, though, to know that you were thinking about me. Maybe next time, you could send something that looked more like this:

"I hate you and I hope you know that. You are the worst person ever. Everyone hates you. Please die."

See? Doesn't that seem more educated? Now that you say that everyone hates me, I am so relieved. Maybe that means you could all just push me out of your minds and stop sending me messages about how much you hate me. Okay? Have a nice day.

I mean, it wasn't the meanest thing I had to say, but it sure wasn't the nicest. And even though everything that happened with them is what triggered my meltdown, I didn't want to give them more things to talk about. After that, I changed my email and now the only people that have it are my mom and my therapist. It kinda put a damper on my non-existent social life.

But anyway, back to my new school. My therapist is actually the one that chose it because he says that it would be good for me. After being out of the school system for the past couple of months for therapy and such, I needed a school that would help me get back on track. Dr. Samuel, my therapist, says that this school is the best for doing that. But he had neglected to tell me that my new school was one for delinquents. I didn't find out until my mom took me to get registered, and I saw the name of the school. I had recognized it from a story in the news earlier that week. When I asked her about it, she just gave me a sheepish grin and told me to grab a jacket in case I got cold.

That was yesterday. Today is my first day. I decided to get up extra early to type this up so that I could make up for the time that I've been away. It's just that even though I had so much to deal with lately, I really haven't had much to say. At least nothing anyone would care about.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted. It's either that, or pills, and you know how I feel about those. :/

Signed,

The Outcast

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New post! Woo! Sorry, I actually did change schools recently, so I'm trying to get into the rhythm here. It's so different from the other ones I've been to. I'll try to update more frequently! :D

~Mikaila <}:3