Here is my life story (real) I hardly ever found kids my age to play with until kindergarten. Most of my friends from kindergarten-2nd grade were kind of stuck up and bossy. By forth grade I found REAL friends. Me and my friends started fighting with some other girls. By fifth grade I was becoming less social. 6th grade, I was afraid to speak out to anyone. Now, I am tired of being quiet, scared, and hurt by people I trust. I heard one of my friends talking about me in sixth grade because I defended him before. Apparently, that means I have a crush on him and it gives my old friends brother a reason to talk about me. I didn't have a crush on him and I thought he was my friend. Now I feel like one of my best friends is forgetting I exist. Yea we sit at lunch together but now she has all these other friends to talk to so I feel almost like she is ignoring me. Again, sixth grade, some girl think it would be funny to get me in trouble and she knocked a cup off my table (cup was for a science experiment) so I got in trouble for it. I am grateful that things are getting better but I am still tired of people making assumptions. If people would just take the time to get to know me, maybe they would realize I am not a bad person.
It feels good to finally let this out. If anyone actually reads this, thank you.
About the pic: Crystal, my fursona, is running down a path of bad memories, something sad or angering being understood, and things she has wanted to say but never did. Inspiration for the one monster (even though it sucks+ it isn't supposed to be EXACTLY like it) was the fire demon that pulled Gandalf into a black pit from "The Fellowship of the Ring."
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