back in 2015, at the end of my eighth grade year, i didn’t understand why i was awarded for being the quietest kid during the superlatives.
looking back now, i finally do. i never talked to anybody in middle school, because nobody was my friend. i can recall only knowing three (3) kids that bothered with regularly talking to me in eighth grade. any other friends i had, i never got to see, because i shared no classes with them.
every other kid, whether intentionally or not, bullied me. they told me i couldn’t sit at certain lunch tables, laughed at me or talked over me when i asked questions in class, yelled at me/belittled me for no reason, insulted my artwork/made fun of my interests; those were all things that all those other kids did to me in middle school.
those asses wonder why i was so quiet in class. it’s because i didn’t fucking like them, they made me feel my voice wasn’t worth being heard.