*my class hated me for being a strict (insert insult/s here) president in first year.
*my best friend (Robbie) and i fought for the whole school year and my SO-CALLED FRIENDS hated me because they just wanted to, as in no valid reason to even hate me/neglect me for the whole school year in second year. (but my bus mates and i became the best of friends, THAT I'M THANKFUL FOR.)
*in third year, i completely lost my friends...i had 2 boyfriends one of which made me feel like i wasted my time on him JUST BECAUSE. this is where i snapped, people were mean to me, treating me like shit. disrespecting me. i hated myself for that. i cried every night. i never understood why they were so mean to me, and everytime i tried to defend myself by treating them the way they treated me, it only got worse. i was always the bad one, the mean one, the bitch, the asshole, the jerk. lagi nilang sinasabing masama akong humirit, masakit akong magsalita. pero di nila naiisip sa tuwing sasabihan nila ako ng pangit, mukhang lalake, negra, na sila rin mismo masakit magbitaw ng salita. tuwing hihiritian ko sila para makabawi, ako parin ang mali. my ex's bother even told me i looked like a maid. dahil sa kanila i never felt beautiful. dahil sa kanila i never felt i was good enough. i never felt that i was worthy.
*fourth year was the best of my high school life, 'cause i realized that after all those pain, someone was there to support me, make me feel worthy, special. made me feel like i was needed. and i thank him for that. i love you babe! :P
i just realized why i cried, i cried not because i was sad that high school is over. i cried 'cause im glad it was over.
ciao!
