I remember my first day of high school. I thought things were going to go well. I thought things were going to be excitingly different and enjoyable. I didn't know the things that would come with this change... Some of the most terrible, and stressful changes I have been through.
Within the first two weeks. I stopped being around most of my friends. One of the reasons was because they were around people I felt I couldn't trust. Before I even got to know the rest of my peers... I knew that most of them were untrustworthy. My best friend had started to hang around with a girl that hated my sister. She soon came to hate me. For no good reason. She hated the way I chose to present myself. She changed the way I look at humans. Because of her, I have troubles trusting people. I have troubles with people in general. I don't like them anymore.
With only a few of my friends... I continued to go to school. I hated it. Going to school to have words thrown at me by some bitch and her friends. Everyone watched it. People saw it happen. But no one except my sister stood up for me. I told people about it. They reassured me. But I still couldn't help but to continue to feel hatred towards humans. I didn't realize it at first. But now I know what it is.
Now. In the present. I continue to sit at my desk in class. And just watch everyone talk with their friends. When I go home and think about it... I realize how little people I actually trust in my life. Besides my family and internet friends... I don't feel comfortable sharing my feelings with anyone. I don't want anyone to come into my personal life. I don't even want a boyfriend. I just want to be by myself.
Through all these days. I've cried so many times. I get stressed out because of silly little things like homework... and P.E. class. P.E. class in terrible. I don't even want to get into that. But the main point is... I can't seem to focus properly on my life anymore because of people and school. I wish I could be home schooled. I don't want to have to start taking medication just so I can wake up in the morning and sit through 6 hours of hell.
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, there was an injured girl. Her mother was by her side, trying to repair her wounds. She kept on bandaging things up. Then the girl said, "You don't have to help me..." I was sitting there. Just watching. The mother was crying. Then the girl stood up and began to walk towards a flight of white stairs. I followed her. Once I passed through the door into the stairs... I came to realize that I was the girl. I didn't have anymore bandages. But I was wearing a white dress. I continued to climb the steps. It felt endless. But reached the top eventually. It was a white room. Almost completely empty except for an empty bookcase. There was an open window. Once I saw the window, the girl had come out of me again. I watched the girl walk towards the window and gaze out at the purple starry night sky. She then stepped up on to the window sill. Holding on to each side of the window with her hands, she extended her leg outwards. She looked down with no expression on her face. Then looked up to see the sun slowly rising from the clouds. I could see everything she saw when looking out the window. But I could also see her. It was strange... After this, she closed her eyes, and stepped forward and fell into the clouds.
My mother came rushing up the stairs after. I was sitting right by the stairs. But she didn't see me. She didn't even notice. Had I been that girl the whole time? She didn't even look like me. She had an Angelic face with golden hair and violet eyes. Was that me? Either way... why did I commit suicide? I looked happy when I fell from the window. I think I was just leaving reality... and going to the place where I know I would be happy. In that field of Summer. I think that's where I was going...
Goodnight. I'm going to dream now.
Within the first two weeks. I stopped being around most of my friends. One of the reasons was because they were around people I felt I couldn't trust. Before I even got to know the rest of my peers... I knew that most of them were untrustworthy. My best friend had started to hang around with a girl that hated my sister. She soon came to hate me. For no good reason. She hated the way I chose to present myself. She changed the way I look at humans. Because of her, I have troubles trusting people. I have troubles with people in general. I don't like them anymore.
With only a few of my friends... I continued to go to school. I hated it. Going to school to have words thrown at me by some bitch and her friends. Everyone watched it. People saw it happen. But no one except my sister stood up for me. I told people about it. They reassured me. But I still couldn't help but to continue to feel hatred towards humans. I didn't realize it at first. But now I know what it is.
Now. In the present. I continue to sit at my desk in class. And just watch everyone talk with their friends. When I go home and think about it... I realize how little people I actually trust in my life. Besides my family and internet friends... I don't feel comfortable sharing my feelings with anyone. I don't want anyone to come into my personal life. I don't even want a boyfriend. I just want to be by myself.
Through all these days. I've cried so many times. I get stressed out because of silly little things like homework... and P.E. class. P.E. class in terrible. I don't even want to get into that. But the main point is... I can't seem to focus properly on my life anymore because of people and school. I wish I could be home schooled. I don't want to have to start taking medication just so I can wake up in the morning and sit through 6 hours of hell.
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, there was an injured girl. Her mother was by her side, trying to repair her wounds. She kept on bandaging things up. Then the girl said, "You don't have to help me..." I was sitting there. Just watching. The mother was crying. Then the girl stood up and began to walk towards a flight of white stairs. I followed her. Once I passed through the door into the stairs... I came to realize that I was the girl. I didn't have anymore bandages. But I was wearing a white dress. I continued to climb the steps. It felt endless. But reached the top eventually. It was a white room. Almost completely empty except for an empty bookcase. There was an open window. Once I saw the window, the girl had come out of me again. I watched the girl walk towards the window and gaze out at the purple starry night sky. She then stepped up on to the window sill. Holding on to each side of the window with her hands, she extended her leg outwards. She looked down with no expression on her face. Then looked up to see the sun slowly rising from the clouds. I could see everything she saw when looking out the window. But I could also see her. It was strange... After this, she closed her eyes, and stepped forward and fell into the clouds.
My mother came rushing up the stairs after. I was sitting right by the stairs. But she didn't see me. She didn't even notice. Had I been that girl the whole time? She didn't even look like me. She had an Angelic face with golden hair and violet eyes. Was that me? Either way... why did I commit suicide? I looked happy when I fell from the window. I think I was just leaving reality... and going to the place where I know I would be happy. In that field of Summer. I think that's where I was going...
Goodnight. I'm going to dream now.
