Despair on a supposedly good day.
i was regretting this day all month. not because i have anything against my brother, don't get me wrong, but because i havw awful suicide-inducing memories of that place.
"that place" is my grammar school.me and my brothers all went to the same grammar school, since we moved back to new york. it was a greek school -- that's all I'm gonna say on the matter -- and its probably partially the reason for my anti-social behavior. I had no friends in that school, so I became far too accustomed to being alone.
but this isn't about me.
of course, i'm happy for him. i'd be a horrible excuse for a human if I wasn't. it's just... I can't see the people at that school. i'll get mad for no apparant reason, and relapse into the even worse social disaster that I used to be.
well, at least after this, i'll never have to go back there again. maybe i'll commit arson in commemoration.
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"that place" is my grammar school.me and my brothers all went to the same grammar school, since we moved back to new york. it was a greek school -- that's all I'm gonna say on the matter -- and its probably partially the reason for my anti-social behavior. I had no friends in that school, so I became far too accustomed to being alone.
but this isn't about me.
of course, i'm happy for him. i'd be a horrible excuse for a human if I wasn't. it's just... I can't see the people at that school. i'll get mad for no apparant reason, and relapse into the even worse social disaster that I used to be.
well, at least after this, i'll never have to go back there again. maybe i'll commit arson in commemoration.
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