Admittedly, this is true reason I am still pissed off at these people. Yes, I am of course, to an extent, angry that I was wronged, but you know what? When this all began in 2012, my rocky early teens had just ended, but I did not ruminate about the people who wronged me in my early adolescence, because I developed this narrative in my mind about how I could do no wrong and that anybody who said otherwise was just a two-dimensional monster slash jealous hater unable to deal with their own issues and that someday, I was gonna find a bunch of friends, I mean enablers, who would never question my narrative evuhrrrr. But as for the people in my late teens, they not only wronged me, but the way they wronged me went against my narrative. 'Cause yes, they were excessively harsh in the way they treated me, but at heart, they were just annoyed by my attention-seeking ways and fakeness.