Alright this is probably gonna make me cry again but my mom is here with me eating s'mores so yeah I think I'll be fine
First I think I should start with ADD.
I have a bit of ADD.
If you want to know more about it, look it up, I don't feel like talking about it
I have OCD as well
And possible anger issues
Next
In Kindergarten, I met this girl and I really wanted to be friends with her because she was extremely nice
Eventually we started hanging out and became inseparable
But then things came crashing down near the beginning of second grade
This really annoying girl started hanging out with my friend
Along with this other girl, who absolutely hated me
Basically, the girl who hated me started telling lies to my friend about me
And the annoying girl joined in too
It ended up with my friend screaming at me that she hated me and I was worthless and I was ugly and so on
Keep in mind, this was fucking second grade
She ended up replacing me with those two girls
I ended up blocking everybody out and I had no friends until near the end of third grade
Then Izzy came in
She promised she would never leave me and we could be friends
So I agreed
Iron and Izzy and my old friend Andrew and Malia were all there for me
Then Izzy left in fourth grade
I still visit her a lot, which is awesome because she's really close by
But then Andrew(who was my second best friend) left at the end of fifth grade
I haven't seen him in so long...
But sorry, that's not the point
Basically what I'm trying to say is I'm not really a happy, cheerful, hyperactive fangirl
I'm never happy
This is all the truth, I promise you
That would be a pretty damn long lie if it wasn't the truth
Okay I'm off track again
I'm just trying to say...
I have really large trust issues because of when my old friend 'betrayed' me
So, erm, I'm also trying to say I really trust you guys
I trust you guys so much
That's why I wanted to give my phone number to you guys
I really really trust you
Please don't let me down like my old friend did...
That's it, I guess
Thanks for reading.
