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Why I Hate Almost Everyone At My School

Introduktion and TW.

(Before I start, I would like to ad that this text will not contain teachers and only contain students, because most teachers are alright. Also remeber that this opinion comes from my own trauma when it comes to this school, I also probably have undiagnosed social anxiety and seperation anxiety so keep that in mind. Also remeber that I'm writing this text to prosces my trauma and I will try to not write any cuss words but thats going to be very hard for me. I'm also 14 y/o (aka: a child) while writing this so keep that in mind. other then that enjoy. TW: bullying, isolation and trauma)

the beginning part one

This all started in first grade when I was 6-7 y/o and ended around the last part of 5th grade when I was 12 y/o. Last part of first grade I was diagnosed with ADHD.

I don't know why the isolastion started , but to think that I didn't notice untill the begining of 7th grade is ducking scary.

I only really had one friend in the first grade but that friendship ended pretty quikcly thanks to some one frameming me for writing a letter telling my friend that I hated them. I guess that's when the isolation started.

before second grade started I got a new friend let call her LC. LC and I were best friends, but we grew apart after some years. During the time we were friends there was this one girl let call her PH, who was friends with LC. But something happened ( probably had a fight or something idrk) that ended their friendship. PH blamed it on me which straind my friendship with LC.

The day second grade started I was outside right after I arrived at school ( before school recces). I was going to the swings, right when I turned a corner I saw a new student and I said hello. What I didn't know then is that word would be the first word I said to my greatest friend of all time, he's my brother with different blood, he's the funniest person that I would ever meet, the kindest, my platonic soulmate.

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tbc

a/n : btw next chapter might be about him (aka my greatest friend) but I'm going to ask him for promisson to write about him.

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There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy"

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed

And like weeds do he only came and grew back again

So, I figured this time I might as well let him be

Lemon Boy and me started to get along together

I helped him plant his seeds

And we'd mow the lawn in bad weather

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

So, I got myself a citrus friend

But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me

You'd think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

I found out that my friends are more of the savory type

And they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

So Lemon Boy and me, we just gotta get along together

I helped him plant his seeds

And we'll mow the lawn in bad weather

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

So, I got myself a citrus friend

But what if I run out of fertilizer?

What if the clouds run out of rain?

What if Lemon Boy won't grow no longer?

What if beaches dry of sugar cane?

Oh well

The whales start to beach themselves

Tortoise shells tear away from their spines

It happens all the time, it happens all the time

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

Like Snufkin and little my, we'll get around wherever

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

Like Snufkin and little my, we'll get around wherever

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

'Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

Yeah, we're the bitterest guys around

And I got myself a citrus friend

- cavetown

My gratest friend/brother with diffrent blod

(I got permission to write about him :D)

My friend Simon is the greatest friend that I have ever had. I love with all my heart, he has helped me thourgh alot of sh*t. But we have not always been this close, we had a bumpy start with manny fights.

But it was all worth it in the end.

There was this one time in 3rd grade when he tride to warn me that the class was going to prank me. The prank was that they told me my crush liked me back when they actually didn't and Simon said that I shouldn't belive in my classmates, which I ignored.

In the end of sixth grade he help me with my panic attack, he would basically let me cuddle up to him till I had calmed down even though he hates hugs/cuddles, after I had calmed down from my panic attacks he would take out some post it notes and we would draw on them and give it to eachother ( btw I still have dose notes and I also have some we made in 7th grade until he changed schools, I'm still in 7th grade.) Because I don't like to be alone outside my house he would let me follow him around 'cause he knew I would be scared. If he saw me sone out he would ask one question and only that question, the question was " how many kids can you eat in a day" and the answer was always 45. We also have this inside joke about Nickelback but I'm not going to say what the joke is about because that's our thing.

We would always talk about eachothers intrest and we would almost always be equaly exited to hear about the other persons intrest as the person talking about their intrest. We could even go on for hours if it weren't for one of us changeing topics 'cause either the other person heard wrong or thought about something funn, I guess that's the perks of us both being neodivergent, we both can understand eachother. One time he referd to me as a puppy, because every time he would take out a snack or buy a snack, I would walk to his side and look upp at him asking if I can have some. Which I responded with "I'm more of a cat then a puppy." He responded with the most classic Simon thing ever " no fake news, I don't belive you."

He was the first person I came out to as non-binary.

He was the only one I opend up to about my mental health and he was the only real friend I had in my class. I have 0 friends in my class right now 'cause he was my only friend.

You can understand why he left 'cause my school sh*t. I miss him so ducking much. I'm planing to change class 'cause I don't have any friends in this class I'm in right now. I have friends in the other class I'm planing to change to.

I love Simon so god d*mn much, I love him like a brother mixed with a best friend, That's how much I love him.

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Next chaphter is a list on why I hate my school.

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tbc

I built a friend

With three pieces of plastic and a pen

I made him on the table in the den

I gave him my old cell phone for a head, for a head

And we spent holidays in my house

And we left presents in a stocking

And we bought bolts and things and strings

And a new watch, that's what he got

And we had so much fun together

We knew we'd be friends forever

And we had so much fun together

We had so much fun

Then I left for college in September

And we wept 'cause we can't be together

So I kept pictures to remember my old friend, my old friend

Then I met this girl at graduation

And forget my oldest creation

And I guess I'll see him next vacation

Send my best, I send my best

And we had so much fun together

We knew we'd be friends forever

And we had so much fun together

We had so much fun

I came home to find him on the table

With a note, scribbled out in pencil

And he wrote, that he just wasn't stable all alone, all alone

Next to him, an empty glass of water

That he spilled, all over the body

That I built, it fizzled and it popped

And then it killed, and then it killed

And we had so much fun together

We thought we'd be friends forever

And we had so much fun together

We had so much fun

I built a friend - Alec Benjamin

Do Not Enter's written on the door way

Why can't everyone just go away?

Except you

You can stay

What do you think of my treehouse?

It's where I sit and talk really loud

Usually

I'm all by myself

I'm the captain but you can be the deputy

I'm really glad you think I'm so funny

I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave

Do Not Enter's written on the door way

Why can't everyone just go away?

Except you

You can stay

What do you think of my treehouse?

It's where I sit and talk really loud

Usually

I'm all by myself

I'm the captain but you can be the deputy

I'm really glad you think I'm so funny

I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave - FM , AlexG

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes man no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word

We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we don't share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back With all our fingers and our toes

5 years, 20 years, come back

It will always be the same

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

And if we hit on troubled water

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

Because I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er - Kodaline

"So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?"

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other

Burning bright right till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you're far away

And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh, I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favourite song

I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

"If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle

Now stop worrying and go get dressed"

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my words

So get drunk, call me a fool

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Pick me up, up off the floor

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

'Cause every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more- Bastille

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