“A few weeks ago I went out with a girl. I was happy with her. And, after two and a half weeks, he left me. I asked him why, because I didn’t really understand. He said we were too different. I loved him, so I was sad and disappointed. Sometimes I think it was the last time I went out, because no girl loves me. Those at my school don’t like my appearance, and since the kids say a lot of false things about me… Almost everyone doesn’t like me because of that.
I often go out alone at recess because there are a group of boys who call me fat, faggot and stupid. They tell me to come out, so I go to the side of the room and wait. Or I join people from another class and we play ping-pong. But other than that, college is going well. I like mathematics, I’m better at it than in French. Writing long texts, copying, remembering, that bothers me. When the teacher tells us: “Write how you think” and I do it, in the end that is not how we should write… On the other hand, I really like sports. I play table tennis, badminton, tennis and horse riding with our horses.
Once, when I was leaving badminton, they cornered me, there were six of them. “Here’s the little gay,” they said. I had already talked to the supervisors about these stories, because my mom and dad always tell me that if you have a problem you should contact an adult. But nothing had been done. That day ended in an argument, in insults, we fought. My “bad” teacher learned it and talked about it in college. They summoned my mother and I and advised us to file a complaint. What we did. But the story doesn’t move forward, because the police don’t care about anything…
“People liked me”
Since then, these guys continue to piss me off with messages. There is one who tries to make me feel guilty for causing them problems. Even if they insult me, I let them say it, I don’t take responsibility. When I was in elementary school, they already called me girl because I had long hair. I left them, went to university and people started calling me fat. I think the new generation doesn’t like people like me. Although I don’t really know what “people like me” are.
There are no brothers or sisters at my school. I have two who are adults and no longer live with us. And an older sister who was in 3my last year at another university. It’s complicated between us, even if we get along better than before. When we argue, she calls me “fat,” or “brother who shouldn’t have been born.” Either I don’t answer her or I tell her that she doesn’t have to be bad. When I get angry, I insult her too and she goes and tells mom.
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