When I was young and quite immature, I had the most fun. I had loving parents and quite a few friends. I cant really remember everything but few glimpses of my childhood still strike me today.
The first memory of mine is me waking up in the middle of a night, at the age of
about 7. Then I have many experiences of me crying and having sad thoughts about myself and being treated roughly by few people.But all of this was just in my own mind.I was considered a good student by my teachers and my parents were supportive of me. Until....
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Introversion
General FictionThis is my story of how I struggle to be happy, being an introvert. Leave a like and a comment if you want me to continue.
