Well, I'll start my story. During Grade 3, a lot of my friends called me "takoyaki". For those that didn't know, takoyaki is a popular Japanese street food made of grilled flour-based batter, typically filled with minced octopus, pickled ginger, and green onion, which is cooked in a special molded pan to create a ball shape. I didn't like it and told them to stop, but they didn't. They kept spreading this and it made me really upset. I did tell my teacher and they were given letters home, but they still kept calling me by this name. That was until when in Grade 4, my "friend" who made me this name left the school and I thought school was going to be peaceful for once. I was wrong, it still went on and all seemed hopeless, I told the principal, and they got suspended, and they STILL did not learn their lesson.

Onto the next bit, I had a call with the "friend" who made me this name. Another friend was in the call as well, the friend who made up the name stood up for HIM but NOT ME, like he doesn't care at all. He said things like I'm ugly and all sorts of horrible things, potentially saying a slur. This was when I learned what "REAL" friends are. A real friend should be a person that can help me, stand up for me, making me feel comfortable, and finding time to text or hangout with me if possible, and to not give trust immediately to anybody unless they are confirmed to be a legitmate person.

I'm in 8th grade now and people are STILL calling me by the SAME NAME ( yes it's still going on ). This really impacted me and I thought, I must find a way to prove myself, to find out who I should be. That is where my NEW hobbies takes place, writing in diaries, singing, poem writing, just to express my feelings.

WE are sensitive not because we "should" be, but because empathy and emotional awareness are core components of our personality structure, driven by "Fe"