When I was little I was the sun in the house, I wasn’t afraid of anything. When I became 9/10 years people started to bully me very hard and I didn’t do anything about it. I became more silent and my parents were happy with that. In my last year of primary school I hated school so much and I thought of suicide first. People bullied me, ignored me, treated me like dirt. It was that year before I became more ‘woman’ and yeah, they used that against me either. I was different, I didn’t listen to the same music, I was on myself, my family was weird and I can go on. A year after that, my first year in secondary school was everything togheter good either. I had friends for the first time in my life and good grades. Same in my second year. Then the third year came and was very bad again, didn’t really have friends, had bad grades, had a bad class. I thought of suicide again and started self harm again. Now I’m more than a year further and I’m still on the same page. Just a little further. I have friends, I don’t let people play with me a lot anymore. I come up for myself. But I know deep inside I’ll never be the same as before. It’ll always be hard to open up to others for me.