I talked a lot because I was lonely.
So lonely that I talked to walls. I yelled at windows. I cursed the floor.
I was an only child, and it was all I had to offer.
I was afraid to not talk because it would just make me so much more alone than I already was.
That was how I learned to adapt to my life, my surroundings.
I would talk to myself all the time and make myself laugh at stupid jokes that weren’t even funny.
It was pathetic.
I am pathetic.
I have an extremely gifted mind, and have always been extremely mature for my age. I skipped over 7th grade the same year I moved here to New York. I’ve hated it. I cut in 8th grade, was suicidal, bullied for my lack of religious beliefs, and attempted starvation more than once. In 9th grade, everything for better when I met him. He was 16, but people who had met us always thought we were the same age even though I was 13. He made me feel wanted and appreciated and for the first time since before fourth grade, like I wasn’t alone. His […]
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