When i think about high school I remember all the torture of waking up and facing a new day at a school where I felt so misunderstood. Al ways walking down the hall being called a freak, faggot, queer, homo, loser, ect. To think of all the times I felt so down and accually felt like killing myself was remarkable. Not only was I dealing with the pressure of highschool but I was also suffering from the depression caused from my grief of my mother passing. It wasn't til like the third year of being in highschool i accually became good friends with people, like I had people that i would talk to and hang out with, but at the time my self esteem was soo low I had tried killing myself a few times. Eventually I just stopped giving a shit of what people thought of me. So finally I made it my goal to piss everyone who hated me off and I think I accomplished that, but eventually the stress of living without a family came back and I dropped out of school and started working to make enough money to pay my ow bills. And now that I'm 19 I am goin to head back to school, I need to move on with my life and an education is one way to help me successfully fulfill my goals