When I was younger, my mother and I moved around quite
often. I never spent more than a single year at any school, and once I even
attended two different schools in one
year. As a result, I never had many friends. As a small child it did not bother
me because I was more than content to keep my own company, but it became a
lonelier experience as I grew older. I wanted friends, and I wanted to belong somewhere. However, I was never
the most socially adept child, and was often shunned by most of my classmates
for my strangeness. It was a desolate and agonizing routine, being shirked by
nearly everyone in my path, aside from any single friend I would somehow make
at any given school. Today I have a multitude of fabulous friends, and I
cherish every minute of our friendships. Perhaps I may be a bit clingy, but it
is difficult not to be when I have a subconscious dread of losing any one of
them. They all mean so much to me, and being accepted by such wonderful people
is the best feeling in the world.
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