At this very moment, I could feel my anxiety kick in. Flooded by thoughts like "what if they hate me? What if I hate them? What if I'm not like any of them?" Which was silly considering I had friends here which I knew were very similar to me. And yet it felt lonely. So dark and terrifying. Like I was trapped in this scary place called my mind. If it wasn't clear, I am an overthinker. I jump to conclusions easily. So this, this was normal. I just wish it wasn't true. I felt like throwing up and crying. As though I was sick and the only cure would be to run. And it was only the beginning of Middle School. A complete hell hole.
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Forget Me and I'll Forget You.
Non-FictionI'm a young artist, a writer. An overthinker. A lost soul. Consider this my true story. And a way for me to remember all that happened in those few years.
