I turned 13 on April 14th, 1999 in a new school.
I moved to the new school with a group of close friends from my old school and we were in the same class.
So, I wasn’t really alone or unloved.
But when I and them started to grow up, I began finding difficulty connecting.
Yes, there were classmates who were mean spirited, but we all walk through that door; the door of being mistreated, and being the ones mistreating.
However, the reason I met her, my depressed self, was because of my inability to fit in.
I was lonely, even though I was loved.