
I was happy for 20 seconds, then it was on to the next one. Imagine a kid in a martial arts class, yoga class, or art class. Imagine a kid...
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I was a very social kid when moved to the United States as a Sophomore in Highschool. My first day/week/year went okay, to my knowledge.
Later, I realized/was told that most of the people had already made friends and fallen into categorized groups in Freshman year and all the interaction with people I did have, or who I thought were my “friends” were just talking to me to make fun of me. This broke my heart. Honestly at that point I felt violated more than anything; I couldn’t wrap my head around why anyone would do that to someone. But I had to keep pushing forward, I was going through so much and had bottled up emotions that it pushed me to depression but I still kept going. I hid my feelings.
I couldn't trust anyone, It was affecting my grades. I just went to school, attended classes and came back home as if I had no life in me. If this whole story probably has you thinking, "where is he going with this?" I don't know and if this feels like a hot mess of emotions then that's exactly what I felt back then.
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