Ok, today I'm making a point. Ok, people look at me and think, that girl is freaking crazy! They think I'm a sugar addict. Sure, I can get a little crazy, but I guess, in a way, it's like a cover up. So, today we'll be taking a look into my past. At a young age, I was always too carefree. People hated me because of that and called me names. It made me have very, very low self esteem. Anyways, I had a bit of a hard time up to 1st grade. After that, I moved to a new school. I made three friends. The first one was Tayler. She was always so nice and cool. We're still very good friends, but don't go to the same school. The second one was a boy named Nick. We used to walk home together. He was always into those weird action games. So when we walked home, we would always pretend we were fighting people. We don't talk anymore. Ever since I got into Middle school we just stopped talking. Then, I met Samantha. She was a great friend, but would always get pissed off easily. Like, one time I accidently hit her with a stick. I kept on saying sorry, but she just got pissed and told her mom. So, she has made me feel much worse about myself. In third grade, I met some rude boys and girls. I was always made fun of. I felt like an outcast. People would call me weird. It just made me cry. But Sam was there for me. So, I stuck with her, even though she was rude. Fourth grade was the worst time of all. My mother was put into the hospital because of a brain tumor and cancer. I felt so horrible. I was so afraid of my mother dying that I would stay locked up in my room almost every day. Durring that time, I also cut my hair very short. I started getting called a boy, which didn't bug me too much. It was fun to prove people wrong, but it hurt me. In fifth grade, I was hated. There was even a time when little tiny kids pushed me around. I cried. I was sent to the nurse because I was. But I realize now that it wasn't because I was hurt physically, but because I was hurt mentally. After that year, I felt horrible about my looks and pushed myself down a lot. Along with that my family wasn't helping. My brother made fun of me for the things I did best, and we always fought. My mom would take my brothers side. If he cursed, she didn't care. If I cursed, I got yelled at. I got very depressed. In 6th grade, I made some new friends. Some were nice, some weren't that nice, but still cool. But also, I met my best friends of all. I started hanging out with a group of 6 girls and 1 boy. They were always so nice to me. Mostly Camilla. She was like my mother in a way. She always helped me when I was down. There was also Melaine. I hope I spelt her name right. We thought alike and were funny together. There was also Brooke, April, Natalie, Jenny, and Von. They were always so nice to me. That group helped me up and helped me feel better. But....I will always have a pain inside that will forever grow. Well...I guess my main point was that you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Or something like that. But, somehow I ended up with a life story. All well.
~Kals
Edit: I forgot to mention that in 4th grade my Grandma died. ;-; Talk about worst year of my life. v_v
Edit 2: I also forgot to mention that the reason I'm on the computer so much is because I'm afraid to be seen in real life. ;-;
~Kals
Edit: I forgot to mention that in 4th grade my Grandma died. ;-; Talk about worst year of my life. v_v
Edit 2: I also forgot to mention that the reason I'm on the computer so much is because I'm afraid to be seen in real life. ;-;
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