As I got older, I began to realize who I was. I was the shy kid who liked to sit in the back of the classroom and draw. I was picked on a lot. I was called names that made me cry. I didn't want to go into the classroom most of the time. I sat in the halls crying and behind the teacher to just let me stay in the hall. I had behavioral issues with transferring to my classes. I got into a lot of trouble because I was struggling. My parents tried to take me to see psychologist after bloody psychologist. They didn't help. They made me feel worse about myself. One tone I told my mom at the age of twelve that I could see myself in a psych ward or in prison by the age of 24. It scared the hell out of her. She was scared that her baby was suffering and she was sad. Eventually I graduated primary school and moved on to junior high.
