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Looking at facebook, I find it funny and sad that my former classmates who found me more of a nuisance than anything are studying psychology.
I was pretty much the fat kid that got picked on a lot.
Not to mention that as time went on, no one was willing to talk to me. Middle school was hell with 8th grade being the worst year of my life. My best friend did not consider me his best friend anymore. I pretty much became a social outcast by many of my classmates.
High school was sort of a fresh start. Some of my middle school classmates went to the same high school I did but knew that it was better not to speak to me at all. I tried making new friends with little success in my senior year.
After that though, none of my former classmates, from middle or high school, were ever in my life again. Do I miss them? The answer to that is complicated. I’ll just say yes and no. I want to tell them off and talk with them like old friends.
Ever since high school ended, I’ve had difficulty making friends in real life. Many people that I did make friends with have parted ways with me due to the busyness of our everyday lives.
I don’t begrudge them at all. We parted ways in a manner in that we both saw eachother as a good person. It’s hard to stay friends as an adult.
In my current job, I have no friends and am having a very hard time making them here. I know the objective of a job is to do it and get paid as compensation. It’s just that I hate being alone.
I fear my friendly and slightly bubbly attitude towards people is getting on their nerves. And that fear is what prompted this thread of weird tweets.
I guess the good and bad thing about being alone is that no one can see me cry.
