Might as well, for future reference and updates.

In a younger, more innocent time (elementary school) I had friends. I switched schools in second grade because I was recently diagnosed with ADHD and my mom thought it would be a good idea if I went there until she was sure I got my bearings with my new-found disability. I had MANY more friends than I had at my first school. I was an active part of the drama club there and I was happy. Then she said "Hey, why don't you go back to your old elementary school (I live about 3 blocks from it) so you can make friends for middle school." It didn't work. I had 3 friends. One became this red-neck bully who hates me now. The second one moved schools. The third one was myself. Now on to middle school.

I met up with a friend from pre-school and she was my only friend for most of middle school Then she moved in the middle of 7th grade. I didn't have another friend until 8th grade. 8th grade was also when the horrible stuff happened. I had one friend, like I just said but also I was in a drumming class where every day they called me horrible names and made me almost cry every class. I was a white girl and they were all black guys. I'm not built like other girls. I'm chubby and I have really broad shoulders. I was gorilla, sasquatch, dog, etc. The next class was Algebra 1. I started crying every day because I was either being called names, getting shit thrown at me, or getting poked in the side with a compass. It got so bad that my teacher let me sit at her desk because it was too much for me to handle. I got really depressed and the internet was my one salvation. It made me happy that there were some anonymous people who didn't care what I looked like but they liked my personality. The entire 180 days of 8th grade was basically a rinse, repeat thing. I stopped drums because I just couldn't handle the bullshit that I needed to live with day after day. I was really depressed. Even the people on my softball ream couldn't stand me at times. Middle school sucked and I'm not talking about it again.

Then High School. My saving grace. I have so many people I call my friends and they call me a friend. The summer in between I met my best friend in the entire world. I discovered I was Bisexual. I found the drama club. Everything just fell into place. Sure I still had some problems but mostly they are in lower classes so it's ok. I write, I act, I sing. I just have fun! I actually want to go to school most days! I still have basic teenage things I'm going through such as wanting someone who loves me and getting good grades and acne but I'm getting better! I'm proud of myself for getting through the whole thing because I really could have stopped it right there but I didn't and now people like me and people respect me! I still get depressed at times thinking that I won't find my true love but hey, if I got a boy to like me already then everything's good, right? We went out for almost half a year and that was my first relationship! I was so scared that everyday I would do something that would make him not like me but... He still liked me. We broke up because of numerous things that I'm not going to say right now. It was a learning experience. I got jealous and.... it was a mutual break-up. If we kept it going any longer, it would have ended in tears for one of us (probably me, the low self-esteem chick) so it was good to stop it. So.... That's the end of my rant.