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“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say. If that’s the case then I might as well end it now. Only people who had happy childhoods say that. Those who run around the field playing football and rugby, those who have childhood sweethearts – I haven’t even had my first kiss. “You’re 16 John, grow up, for God’s sake” God has nothing to do with this, I tried talking to him but he didn’t listen. I gave up hope of a greater power long ago.
I can’t remember the last person I talked to besides my mother and my teachers. The other kids don’t seem to want to know me. I never did anything to them, always kept myself to myself. I sit at the front in classes whilst all the popular people sit at the back. The hurl paper balls sometimes but I don’t retaliate. “Just let it go John, it’s not worth getting worked up about” my counsellor told me. They didn’t make me go to a counsellor, I chose to. She’s the only one who listens to me. My mother cares but she doesn’t have time for me. She’ll ask how my day was and I will tell her “fine”. I don’t want to tell her what really happens, she’d only get upset.
When I talk to my teachers about my problems I get the feeling they’re laughing at me from behind their perfectly polished Gucci glasses. Shouting out deep inside “LOSER, LOSER!” I confide in them about my lack of friends, my inability to talk to girls and the anger I feel inside. “Aww, he’s being bullied” they coo, as if I am just another generic social misfit. NO. I’m not just another pity case, I won’t just go away if you douse me in your sympathy and blanket with your “it’ll be ok” comments.
I’m the kid in the school photograph who’s name nobody knows. Not significant enough to remember. I didn’t play for any sports teams or win any awards for my intellect. I haven’t made any ‘friends for life’ or even been on a ‘date’. I fill my mobile’s phonebook with fake numbers and fictitious names, just in case my mum ever gets suspicious. I’m frightened she’ll know the truth; I’m a loner. Admitting it is the hardest part, my counsellor says. But the future doesn’t look too bad now. I have someone to talk to, I understand myself, I accept who I am.
“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say, I disagree.
I can’t remember the last person I talked to besides my mother and my teachers. The other kids don’t seem to want to know me. I never did anything to them, always kept myself to myself. I sit at the front in classes whilst all the popular people sit at the back. The hurl paper balls sometimes but I don’t retaliate. “Just let it go John, it’s not worth getting worked up about” my counsellor told me. They didn’t make me go to a counsellor, I chose to. She’s the only one who listens to me. My mother cares but she doesn’t have time for me. She’ll ask how my day was and I will tell her “fine”. I don’t want to tell her what really happens, she’d only get upset.
When I talk to my teachers about my problems I get the feeling they’re laughing at me from behind their perfectly polished Gucci glasses. Shouting out deep inside “LOSER, LOSER!” I confide in them about my lack of friends, my inability to talk to girls and the anger I feel inside. “Aww, he’s being bullied” they coo, as if I am just another generic social misfit. NO. I’m not just another pity case, I won’t just go away if you douse me in your sympathy and blanket with your “it’ll be ok” comments.
I’m the kid in the school photograph who’s name nobody knows. Not significant enough to remember. I didn’t play for any sports teams or win any awards for my intellect. I haven’t made any ‘friends for life’ or even been on a ‘date’. I fill my mobile’s phonebook with fake numbers and fictitious names, just in case my mum ever gets suspicious. I’m frightened she’ll know the truth; I’m a loner. Admitting it is the hardest part, my counsellor says. But the future doesn’t look too bad now. I have someone to talk to, I understand myself, I accept who I am.
“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say, I disagree.
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And I retract the statement about Icarus. I shall go hide and die now.
Cub!st wrote:
> Errr Messy, Paradox's post is a story
kamfkasldma sk dklmadskla s
I AM A FOO'.
> Errr Messy, Paradox's post is a story
kamfkasldma sk dklmadskla s
I AM A FOO'.
Icarus wrote:
> Good peice of writing Kyle. Most convincing.
Damn you're smart.
> Good peice of writing Kyle. Most convincing.
Damn you're smart.
Errr Messy, Paradox's post is a story
Good peice of writing Kyle. Most convincing.
Yadda yadda.
I'm younger than ya. 14. I've got my a few more childhood years to "Enjoy".
I've been through similiar things, but there is no way that having no friends means you are being bullied. Trust me, I had no friends for what, the past two years? I had this whole "outsider" thing going on, my secondary school was a contination of a primary, which I did not attend. I had a great time in my last primary school, by last I mean I switched twice. The first one I got on fine, with the kids, but not with the teachers. They used to actually spank kids. Like, seriously, I'm surprised it's still open. The second one was a sorta "recovery" period, and it was pretty boring. The last one was great. Then I went into a new school and was like... Popular for a fortnight. Then I did something and I was old news, and pretty much ignored. Pretty damn crap. Then I had this relationship with this girl, screwed her and all, last year. Broke up with her, won't go into that. But this year, I've suddenly got a group of friends. Sure, they're not the popular kids, but they're cool. They're my kinda people (gamers - lmao) and for a change this school ain't too bad. My ex is leaving, which is great news. I'm not picked on as such, but a few people, this I didn't know, had their eye on the girl I went out with. And now they, what, pick on me? But I defend myself. Actually, I nearly got suspended.
Just fight back, and find some people you like. I can't really give that much advice as I'm younger than you, but like I said, I worked out of a similiar position. And don't worry if it takes time. Stop sitting in the front. Or, if you have to sit at the front, sit in one of the corners. The further from the teacher the better.
And don't get involved with teachers. Ever. All they can do is coo and pet you. And that's not a good thing, for me at least.
Just keep at it.
I'm younger than ya. 14. I've got my a few more childhood years to "Enjoy".
I've been through similiar things, but there is no way that having no friends means you are being bullied. Trust me, I had no friends for what, the past two years? I had this whole "outsider" thing going on, my secondary school was a contination of a primary, which I did not attend. I had a great time in my last primary school, by last I mean I switched twice. The first one I got on fine, with the kids, but not with the teachers. They used to actually spank kids. Like, seriously, I'm surprised it's still open. The second one was a sorta "recovery" period, and it was pretty boring. The last one was great. Then I went into a new school and was like... Popular for a fortnight. Then I did something and I was old news, and pretty much ignored. Pretty damn crap. Then I had this relationship with this girl, screwed her and all, last year. Broke up with her, won't go into that. But this year, I've suddenly got a group of friends. Sure, they're not the popular kids, but they're cool. They're my kinda people (gamers - lmao) and for a change this school ain't too bad. My ex is leaving, which is great news. I'm not picked on as such, but a few people, this I didn't know, had their eye on the girl I went out with. And now they, what, pick on me? But I defend myself. Actually, I nearly got suspended.
Just fight back, and find some people you like. I can't really give that much advice as I'm younger than you, but like I said, I worked out of a similiar position. And don't worry if it takes time. Stop sitting in the front. Or, if you have to sit at the front, sit in one of the corners. The further from the teacher the better.
And don't get involved with teachers. Ever. All they can do is coo and pet you. And that's not a good thing, for me at least.
Just keep at it.
My childhood was hell and my life, although it is a bit better now is still pretty crap. It really is true that the hardest thing to do in this world, is live in it.
so do I. I look back fondly, but I like being an adult. even if I am still a goddamn student.
“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say. If that’s the case then I might as well end it now. Only people who had happy childhoods say that. Those who run around the field playing football and rugby, those who have childhood sweethearts – I haven’t even had my first kiss. “You’re 16 John, grow up, for God’s sake” God has nothing to do with this, I tried talking to him but he didn’t listen. I gave up hope of a greater power long ago.
I can’t remember the last person I talked to besides my mother and my teachers. The other kids don’t seem to want to know me. I never did anything to them, always kept myself to myself. I sit at the front in classes whilst all the popular people sit at the back. The hurl paper balls sometimes but I don’t retaliate. “Just let it go John, it’s not worth getting worked up about” my counsellor told me. They didn’t make me go to a counsellor, I chose to. She’s the only one who listens to me. My mother cares but she doesn’t have time for me. She’ll ask how my day was and I will tell her “fine”. I don’t want to tell her what really happens, she’d only get upset.
When I talk to my teachers about my problems I get the feeling they’re laughing at me from behind their perfectly polished Gucci glasses. Shouting out deep inside “LOSER, LOSER!” I confide in them about my lack of friends, my inability to talk to girls and the anger I feel inside. “Aww, he’s being bullied” they coo, as if I am just another generic social misfit. NO. I’m not just another pity case, I won’t just go away if you douse me in your sympathy and blanket with your “it’ll be ok” comments.
I’m the kid in the school photograph who’s name nobody knows. Not significant enough to remember. I didn’t play for any sports teams or win any awards for my intellect. I haven’t made any ‘friends for life’ or even been on a ‘date’. I fill my mobile’s phonebook with fake numbers and fictitious names, just in case my mum ever gets suspicious. I’m frightened she’ll know the truth; I’m a loner. Admitting it is the hardest part, my counsellor says. But the future doesn’t look too bad now. I have someone to talk to, I understand myself, I accept who I am.
“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say, I disagree.
I can’t remember the last person I talked to besides my mother and my teachers. The other kids don’t seem to want to know me. I never did anything to them, always kept myself to myself. I sit at the front in classes whilst all the popular people sit at the back. The hurl paper balls sometimes but I don’t retaliate. “Just let it go John, it’s not worth getting worked up about” my counsellor told me. They didn’t make me go to a counsellor, I chose to. She’s the only one who listens to me. My mother cares but she doesn’t have time for me. She’ll ask how my day was and I will tell her “fine”. I don’t want to tell her what really happens, she’d only get upset.
When I talk to my teachers about my problems I get the feeling they’re laughing at me from behind their perfectly polished Gucci glasses. Shouting out deep inside “LOSER, LOSER!” I confide in them about my lack of friends, my inability to talk to girls and the anger I feel inside. “Aww, he’s being bullied” they coo, as if I am just another generic social misfit. NO. I’m not just another pity case, I won’t just go away if you douse me in your sympathy and blanket with your “it’ll be ok” comments.
I’m the kid in the school photograph who’s name nobody knows. Not significant enough to remember. I didn’t play for any sports teams or win any awards for my intellect. I haven’t made any ‘friends for life’ or even been on a ‘date’. I fill my mobile’s phonebook with fake numbers and fictitious names, just in case my mum ever gets suspicious. I’m frightened she’ll know the truth; I’m a loner. Admitting it is the hardest part, my counsellor says. But the future doesn’t look too bad now. I have someone to talk to, I understand myself, I accept who I am.
“Your childhood years are the best of your life” they say, I disagree.
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