※this story describes depression
Yesterday I went junior high reunion.
I was a pretty dark kid for whole school days. And school generally didn't get me good memories .
Everyone there looked bright, socialized and happy to see old friends.
I wasn't a kid without any friends back then, but pretty much of outcast.
Mostly didn't get along well because of my personality.
I couldn't stand some cool kids bragging about themselves, hated most events.
I was that kid who is smart but mean and narcissistic.
Anyway one of them attended better university that I do, and he get along very well and popular among them.
And after few drinks I got mean again.
Insulting people for petty reasons.
Then I realized I was never a good person and still am not.
Never felt to hate being myself among this year than that reunion.
The reason why I write this on here is I have no one to talk about it right now.
Maybe future me knows answer when I open up this diary after few years.
