"My mom told me that she was sorry that I always feel too much,fall too hard and am too smart. At first I thought it was a blessing. Twelve year old me was able to tell when someone was in pain and would try to help them. Thirteen I had my first major crush. The butterflies in my stomach made me feel sky high. Fourteen I was getting higher grades than majority of my friends. I thought it was awesome. But, grade 6 taught me that I couldn't help everyone. That sometimes I needed to let people go. And I cried myself to sleep for month in grade 7 when my crush told me he would rather shoot himself in the head than date me. By grade 10 I was failing classes and wondering why people called me a nerd and push me down. In grade 11 I sat in my room,contemplating taking my life. I have finally realized that it was never a blessing,only a curse."
