Hi, guys. I'm finally spilling every part of me.
When I was younger, I only had a small group of friends and a huge pride. Seriously. It rivals with Alfred's. I was always with four people, and only those four people. Then one left. Another one a year later. I only had two friends, now. One of them (my BFF) went to hang out with the popular crowd and I became alone. I was always thinking when I was alone. I found out that everyone in my class wouldn't talk to me for one reason or another. They either hated me, didn't care about me, or envied me. I was truly alone. But then Zellie (one of my friends from my old school) came up to talk to me. And talk we did. I suddenly began to change. I became more self-conscious. Because of my pride, whenever she joked around with me and said "I don't care!!!" (which is a line from Pewds. It's alright, Zellie~) it hurt me, because I didn't know what it meant at the time. I soon became more distant from her, too. I felt real friendship, but I was too afraid to say anything because she might say that to me. We soon had to depart that year. I had to move to a different school, and she was going to another school, as well, but separate from mine. Two other people from my old school moved along with me. I knew I'd changed. I started to feel more reserved, more. . . shy as some would call it. But I always wanted to answer questions in school. Except whenever I got the answer wrong, I. . . my pride fell a little bit more. Soon, I became more recluse. I was afraid to answer any questions not only because of my pride, but also because I didn't know the people at my new school. They could turn on me any minute and start jeering at me for my mistakes. I always waited for someone to approach me. . . I gave them all kind smiles, and one of the ones from my old school kept glaring at me. She only gave that look to me. I know it. I started becoming paranoid. She was in only one of my classes, and the other person who moved with us saw me only in the hallways, but I was scared. That she would hit me, or even worse, tell everyone that I was "Mean" "Dumb" "Useless" "Full of herself". Or that "Look at her! Her singing is terrible!" "She doesn't like shopping? She's such a freak!" "Look at her clothes! They're so linty!". I was afraid that she was going to fulfill my number one nightmare: That everyone would hate or make fun of me. Even worse, never talk to me at all. So I'll be alone. Alone. Alone. Once, she (well, my counsellor says th
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