HiGh ScHoOl

I was supposed to find myself in high school. Discover who I was. I’ve been in High School for two years and I still don’t know who I am. As much as I wish I never left primary school, I’m grateful that I could at least get some semblance of a grasp on who I am. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

I thought that when I went to high school, I’d do something or become someone, learn something about myself. I did. I learnt that I am a coward, a fickle coward that failed at everything. Throughout the past two years I have never once accomplished something that I am truly proud of because I never did anything that I actually wanted to do.

Having the worst reputation possible, I really didn’t care about popularity. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have a zillion people watching me all the time. At least people listened to me when I had something to say. But like always, it wasn’t enough. I can blame everyone, everything, anything but the truth is that the only person I can actually blame is me, nothing will ever change that.

My freshman year at high school was completely different to what I expected, it started out the same, progressed to bad and then suddenly good and bad didn’t matter anymore because it was the experiences I had that changed me into my own person.