Before I started college, my relatives and I moved many times. Every time we would arrive to a new city or in the case of the US, a new country (I was born in Peru, South America), I hoped that the boys in my class wouldn't taunt me. It never got better. At the beginning, everyone seemed like nice peers. However, one boy would start calling me names, throwing pieces of paper in my hair and other ways to make my days a living hell. The way I responded to him encouraged a greater number of boys to join in the taunting. Then, my mom would talk with the teacher and talk to the boy or boys that were bothering me. Things would be ok for a little while, but the boys would soon start bothering me again. So the cycle repeated again and again. In addition, I slowly began to realize that my parents and my sister make me miserable. Now that I am in therapy, I know why my unhappiness followed me wherever I went. I've wanted to move out of my parents house many times, but I don't have financial independence and social skills. I changing myself for the better so that one day I will leave. Like Perzephone, I find it unbearable to be around my folks more than 2-3 hours.
Believe in yourself, Rebecca8.
-Psychee