I tried committing suicide back in middle school. I hated those three years. I had moved and transferred to a school where the parents had jobs unlike mine and they were always sporting the next name brand item. I had no friends in middle school. I used to sit in the bathrooms at breaks and lunches so I wouldn’t be seen alone. I did projects alone.
I thought that with high school and college, things would be different. But they aren’t. I’ve always helped people no matter what my past was. But yet this year has been hell. Everyone I have ever helped ended up hurting me this year. I wish this year would just end.