When I started sixth grade. I could tell my math teacher hated my guts instantly when she looked at me. Being a very mental person, she took advantage of that. Each time I didn’t do my work, she’d call me out on it and say stuff like “Do you also have concentration problems?” Or “Is your bipolar disorder too much for you not to do your work?” It wasn’t just me. She hated other people too, but not all her students. She favorited the thots and the really smart kids that make straight A’s. The whole school year for me was painful. She’s the reason along with many people in the sixth grade why I’m like the way I am. Why I’m so paranoid. Always frustrated and angry at the world. Why I practically hate people. I’m in the 7th now, I seem to get teachers that take advantage of my mental health just so they can pick on me. It’s not as bad as last year but I’m still being picked on and stuff like that.
I’d never usually cry when people pass away,hell. I barely cry at all when anything passes on for that matter..but when my cat Smokey passed away it was devastating. I even had a friend over.....I sometimes wonder why I haven’t offed myself yet.