Im gonna literally let everything out here. It all starts when i was four! i started hating myself at the age of fucking four. it was a silent hatred, i never told anyone about. I hated my parents when they fought, i hated how straight and light my hair was, i hated how i would get called stupid for being blonde, i hated my heterochromia, i hated my partial deafness, i hated how kids would take my hearing aid microphone and talk into it, i hated my body, and i just hated everything. My silent hatred went on until first grade. i met sidney. She was kind, a good friend, maybe a bit… pushy. I would spend most of my time with her (not on my own choice) and my friend, Madison. I then, met my friend, Camper. Camper was one of my first friends who was actually kind to me in elementary. I actually thought i was having a 2nd grade crush on her until i realized, “Wait.. this is how people feel when they are actually happy, this isn’t a crush! it’s just a real friendship!”