I really didn't want to talk about this

So I think it's about time I vent about how I was manipulated for like 3 or 4 years and the damage it left on my psyche

In fourth grade I went back to being in public school after 2 years of being in privet school. It was also my first time riding the school bus. So I just sat down and someone came to where I was sitting and told me I was in her seat. I was like "are there assigned seats on the bus?" and she said yes and sat next to me. That person soon became my friend afterward. First off, the bus doesn't have assigned seats, second off, the whole friendship was founded on a lie

Fast forward to 6th grade. Nothing much happened in the first semester but everything went to shit in the second semester. It's like Hamilton without music or the founding fathers. I was a complete mess. I had a horrible temper due to knowing something was wrong but not knowing exactly what it was, I barely had any sense of identity, and I was so fucking depressed. It was the lowest point in my life. And to make matters worse I had some shit just forced on me such as: that girl's problems which I'm pretty sure was a huge fucking lie and the idea of bisexuality. She just legit handed me her fucking problems and expected me to fucking solve them even though I didn't know how because I had absolutely no experience with that along with something I should've been able to discover on my own. At whatever low point she was, I'm pretty sure she wanted me to be lower. I kept waking up in the middle of the night and I had a hard time falling back asleep, I had little to no appetite for weeks and maybe even months, and I actually considered self-harm. I mean I never went through with it (or a couple of other things) but it still scared me for a while.

But that's not all because trust me things got a lot worse that summer. So you may remember a chapter in my previous Random book saying the I was gay and I had a girlfriend. In case you hadn't put two and two together, it was her. I was a fucking idiot. This only made things worse for me because not only was I a vulnerable emotional mess I was deeply closeted too. Fun, right? Summer came around and I was sent to California for two whole weeks to go to a summer camp. During that time I came out to my mom who didn't really care that much and just wanted me to explain a few things and my dad who fucking lectured me and said I wasn't allowed to know about this till I was 18. Wow thanks dad you sure are helpful. This led me into even more on an identity crisis and I was "straight" for a few months after that.

Weeks pass after that and slowly the things she says make less and less sense to me. I began to question everything and not long after that I broke up with her and ultimately stopped being friends with her. That fucking broke me. I wasn't used to having to cut ties with anyone because more often than not people cut ties with me. I felt really guilty about that even though it was something I had to do. Soon afterward I just distanced myself from everyone and grew up. I mean it wasn't hard considering that I severed ties with practically everyone I knew. I had to let people know what happened so I did. I published a short update on that chapter in my random book and I told my friends on Hangouts. I didn't want anyone to worry about me and I didn't want to spread it. So in that random book chapter I just said I was played. That's was it. But you know what this bitch did? She made a chapter about it on a book, tagged me in it, used me and someone else's real name, and acted like she was the mother fucking victim. Okay, this bitch needs to go down.

I literally did everything in my power to fucking destroy her. I got my mom to tell my teachers about her, I took screenshots of messaged she sent my friend that my friend sent me, and I even took it to the assistant principal who I really dislike. That bitch got in ISS for like a day. But I swear, nobody messes with me like that and gets away with it.
All this shit ended in February but she still bullies my other friend who isn't going to tell me anything because she doesn't want me to step in again. I just kind of left that friend in her own mess because it's honestly not my problem anymore. End of story.

That's all bye