Being Fresh Meat...125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPctj57sVFx
I've lashed out at myself sometimes in the past for just being too soft on the inside. When I try to remember a perfect and happy past memory of mine from when I was younger, what tends to come up is when I used to walk around school feeling sad. So then, why, you may ask ? Well, good question. I wouldn’t even know how to answer either.
The thing is, when I was young at school, around eight years old, people loved taking care of me. I would cry most of the time, missing home and dreading being a border, and people would be right there beside me, taking care of me and comforting me.
I was like a baby to them, because most of the people who were around me were quite older than me. To them, I was the new kid on the block. I was at different boarding schools from around the age of eight to around eighteen or nineteen years old.
A girl older than me who learned with her cousin at my school would comfort me most of the time. They would both find ways to make me happy and make me stop crying. After they both left the school, I was now alone, and I had no one to turn to. It was quite sad on my part. I just had to endure a few more years before I left that school.
I pretty much tried to keep a low profile for the nineteen years I spent at all the schools I learned at, but I guess since my name was that amazing (at one time I actually became popular as soon as I entered the boarding place, before I could even reach my dorm room.. tried hiding my face.. but it was too late) at each and every school I went, it kind of made it hard to keep a low profile.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv3q5B50SRM
