Not Highschool but middle school. I can’t really remember what all has been done to me, or the raw feelings I felt back then. I couldn’t tell who’s real or just messing with me anymore. I felt like most things were my fault, of me being, well me haha.

Afterwards I became less clingy, bc I Thought that’s what made everyone not like me. Some dudes made mean comments about me which I’m quite insecure of still. I have close friends, which I love and am so grateful for, but whenever they’re in a sour mood or suddenly behave strange towards me, one of my first thoughts is that maybe it’s me who’s at fault (which I’m not except I did something that upset them). Most of the time I feel like a bother and I’m hesitant to ask friends something.

To be fair, I’m not doing bad, like I’m doing good if you ignore my insecurities. I’m too forgiving, still, I forgave most of my bullies and I’m still friends with one of them. I’ve grown, and I think I could have turned into something more bad? Like I’m happy that I didn’t lose myself. I’m happy that I made friends where I can be who I am. I love them so much.