When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
(suicide //) when i was 14 i got transferred to another school bc my previous one was too stressing for me (i am mentally ill and kept considering suicide thanks to it) and i loved english, i love it since i was like 5 years old. English is not my first language (i am mexican) but it is really my passion. then at the new school i had this fucking teacher who yelled at me for nothing like there was no tomorrow (i've always been a calm child, i never caused her or any other teacher any (1/2)