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11/06/08(Thu)02:51:20 No.20412302nd-5th
grade: It continues, and the medication begins, and so do the
psychologists and therapist sessions. So they give me Ritalin, Celexa,
they even went as far as to give me Adderol, of course I almost killed
myself with Adderol, shit fucked with my little mind hard. So they say
I have ADD+ADHD, ha alright. It gets me out of homework for the rest of
my life, so whatever I don't mind it too much. The Girl I obsess over
changes schools, moves to the rich side of town. 6th Grade: Started
hanging around with a friend who was in a gang, I wanted to embrace
that lifestyle since I was "rebelling" or whatever my young-self was
into at the time, of course I'm a dork at this point so that's a no-go.
The bullies at this point have stopped, I don't know why, but it's
stopped. Sept 11th happens, some kid in the class makes a joke while
we are watching the news and I object towards it and point out how much
of a chode the guy is being, and the beatings start again. All of 6th
grade I get my ass handed to me, Up to now I haven't had any female
communication or interaction whatsoever. 7th Grade: I move from
the big city to a smaller city which was adjointed to the latter, same
school. Sweet, I'm now in a gang(More of a fighting gang, not a drug
dealing type). So the beatings stop and that same year I jump the guy
who made the wisecrack which started my 6th Grade reign of horror and
beatings, so no more beatings from there on out. Sweet, I get so sit at
the cool table now. So I get involved in the gang more than anything,
surprisingly my lack of female contact up to this point has already
done damage and I'm shy when it comes to even looking at a girl, so no
activity on that front. |