Sometime around four months into school, I realized something: everything and everyone sucked. I was angry all the time, and when I wasn’t angry, I was sad. Later on, as an adult, I would recognize my symptoms as depression. But at the time, I didn’t know any better. I thought everyone else was either rude or stupid, and I wanted no part of them.
One day at school, some of the other kids saw me with a 3DS. We got to talking, and two of them asked me if they could borrow some games. Me being the nice guy I was, and desperate to make friends, I obliged them.
A few weeks later, I asked them for the games back, and they said “sure!”. But they never ended up returning them, and dodged me at school after that. They eventually got kicked out for something else, and that sucked, because I knew for sure I’d never get my games back.
I remember going home, locking my room, turning off the lights, playing some loud music, and yelling in the dark at no one, just to get the anger and frustration out. “Why does everyone suck so much?!” I yelled. Meanwhile, I was still failing at school, and my mother was starting to freak out. “What’s happening to you?” she would asked. “Aren’t you studying?” “I am,” I would say. “But it’s hard. I don’t have any friends. I can’t concentrate. And the teachers don’t care.”