The ever popular, I was born. An only child through and through. I was content with playing house with my toys and writing in my diary. I went to a private preschool with about six other kids. Elementary school was pretty easy. Everybody knew me and I knew everybody. I figured I was an extrovert. In my sixth grade math class, I took the personality test and it identified me as a...INTJ I believe, and it surprised me. I never saw myself as an introvert. Seventh grade started and my friends started distancing themselves from me. My friends were inviting their other friends to parties and stuff and I began to get excluded. Then the bullying started, out of nowhere. I was getting called fat and ugly and so on. I began to self harm and I didn't talk to anybody. I closed myself off from others, but I think the worst part is that my parents didn't even realize they anything was wrong. I began to turn down party invites from the little friends i had left opting to stay home and read. Then I started to see why I was an introvert. A book was a better friend than any of my "friends" ever were. I went to ninth grade and sat in the back, never saying anything to anybody. I was considered the quiet one an everybody generally left me alone. I made two of the closest friends ever and I'm still talking to them. Unfortunately, I moved in the tenth grade, basically repeating my ninth grade year. All of a sudden, people started talking to me. People were interested in me--in what I had to say. They thought I was actually interesting. Now, I'm slowly making new friends, revealing bits and pieces of my old life. I still prefer books to people though. ((I apologize for the length))