To begin with, I ruined myself. I am the reason why I can’t live a normal life. I Skewed my perspective on what was acceptable of myself, which snowballed to bigger issues. Since the 7th grade, I began to actually destroy my mentality. I made school too important, to the point where a perfect score on an exam was the only thing that made me happy. I became obsessed
I looked at some photos of me during my eighth-grade graduation. Usually, I do not like to look at old photos because they’re embarrassing or I don’t want to remind myself of the past. But now, these photos did not make any impact on me at all: it was as if I was looking at a totally different person.