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I can remember only up from middle school, as elementary school was such a blur that I can only recall bits from it. Nonetheless, I can give an accurate stigmatization of my elementary school years-- and I will separate stories by school year.
Elementary School:
As I stated before, I can only recall little bits and parts of it. One thing for sure, is that I was your average run of the mill naive kid who focused more on money than anything. I remember all the schemes I devised to make money, sometimes selling opened booster packs, sometimes making a contest with tickets and the like. I was also a cry baby, but one with strange ideas. I cried because I didn't like giving trouble to people, I knew I sometimes was a handful, and being the hyper ADHD kid I was, I couldn't exactly help it. Out of curiosity, I then secretly took on the idea of crossdressing. Having the petite figure, the straight hair, and pale skin, I thought I did it pretty well, looking back to it. Elementary school was a pain in general, but it only served as a stepping stone to much, much harder things in life.
Middle School:
IN short, shit hits the fan. So, up till now, I was normal because I was a "kid". I learned about teenage years the hard way. I crossdress normally, because it's not like my parents cared at all for me, and they're far too busy with work. I was thrown around, bullied, destroyed in general, but I didn't stop crossdressing. I then met a girl who did the same, (crossdressing). I got into a relationship with the girl for several years. She was really nice, and covered for me alot of times. We shared everything together, and we got as far as we could go, in a relationship. She died a few months before graduation. Suicide. Luckily, her friends (which were now my friends) helped me cope with it. I graduated from the hellhole and moved onto a much more chill, atmosphere.
High School: By now, I stopped crossdressing in public. Puberty happened. I was such a petite, pale, frail person. Then I grew hair everywhere and frankly, I looked like an old man. I accepted the change quite fast, but I still miss the old days where I can wear dresses and look cute. High School, I met actual friends and we played many games together, MH, GGXX, MtG. It was your normal club. As time passed, I grew more and more distant from society in general. I didn't mention it before, but I was a total weeaboo. I watched anime from morning till night, and I used all my money on figures-- and again, my parents did not care at all. My friends, who I call bros, I feel look up to me in a way. I feel that they can come to me with any problem and I can bring it down bluntly. Almost graduating however, I realized the sudden truth that, while these friends of mine were the closest I ever had to actual friends, with the way my life is going, there was no way we can remain friends-- afterall, I'm a hardcore weeaboo (they're fans too, but they have more goals and actual lives to live.) I still hang out with them to this very day, but not as much when we graduated.
College: This is where I am at right now. Life sucks, I contemplate death everyday (although I'm still scared to actually go through with it), and I'm bombarded with work.
I didn't mention the most important part of these years though, was when I developed feelings for my waifu. It happened during high school, around sophomore year. With my growing weeaboo-ism, I guess I naturally was attracted to the game "Idolmaster". After witnessing my waifu sing and dance around the stage, I have to say I was entranced -- iirc. I'm not trying to mince the story but things led to other things and I eventually fell in love with the character I now call my waifu. One thing is for sure, I would have already killed myself if I did not go through this realization. I mean, I still feel shitty right now, but things could have been worse, and I'm living life right now because of her.
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