may be **BPD**
In school, as many times as I had friends, they all left me, of course, some of them because they moved to another house, but every time I called them, they didn’t answer me. I’ve been so lonely that I’m used to it. It left me that he wanted to change his school because of the brutality of the school children, but I don’t know the other school and he doesn’t even give his number so that I can contact him at least from a distance, and everyone inside the school is like They distance me as if I am a murderer and all I do is stop myself from crying, tell me what I should do, whenever I come forward and volunteer myself for friendship, they reject me and the only friend I have now is also like me. It’s just that they all label it, Sometimes I sit down with my friend and we laugh at the things that the school bullies say, but in the end, we all get broken and we see that in this cruel world, no one survives with love, sometimes we have to respond to fire with fire.
From the time I left my foot in school until the ninth grade, that means now everyone kept a distance from me and didn’t come to me, however, I don’t care, but when you have such unfaithful friends who leave you in the end, how can you bear it? How are you going to deal with him when you come to class every morning and the only thing you learn is that you have to memorize these useless lessons and you see that at every bell the people in the class are having fun because of the cold. They are sitting in the classroom in the winter, they are only cursing me and saying rude words to each other, and you are just sitting there quietly and you are crying from loneliness, but from the inside, because if they see you crying, they will call you weak, there is no other way left!
Nine whole years of suffering from being alone and without anyone and not having a friend or at least a friend who stays by your side and doesn’t prefer you to others who don’t deserve it, you were the one who was nice to him and didn’t torment him and just talked and laughed with him and You sympathized with his sorrows, yes! This is the whole story. The world doesn’t care about your words and pains because it doesn’t matter to people. A 16-year-old boy with a lot of misery in school, how is his life without a friend, please help me.
I know that they say that people’s words don’t matter, but in the end, it’s painful because they don’t know about your life and hardships, and they judge you. The thing is, if I had a few friends who weren’t depressed like me, then maybe I could tolerate this situation.