Reminiscing my highschool life and it kinda surprised me that I'm tearing up. Not due to the missing but due to the harsh truth of how people treated me. I was jeered, laughed, gossiped, bitched and so much more behind my back. I broke down so many times and I was alone. I was always alone. No matter how many people talked to me, I kinda had this feeling of they're real intentions. They put on a smiley face but behind my back, a cruel grin appears and wipes off that smile. I remember the days where I came home crying. I remember the nights where I hugged myself to sleep. My pillows were constantly flooded by my tears and that is only school. Home was painful to live in. Where was my sanctuary? My story books.
I hate my highschool life for it was none other than painful memories that has been burn at the back of my mind. No, I have not forgotten those things people has done to me. Honestly, I kept most things to myself was because I didn't want to annoy people as I know I'm annoying. Because of that, I've lacked social skills and everytime I speak up, my words hurt or burn people and thus, the talking starts.
I then bury my nose into story books and was called book worm or nerd and so on. Whatever actions I did, it was being jeered and laughed at. It was painful and I kinda become traumatic about it.
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