This is me.

Right now I am writing about my freshman year of high school. High school was an odd time and I am not sure how I feel about it. High school was not your average experience filled with friendship and parties and I wish that I got to experience that. I have to keep reminding myself that I was doing the best I could and that is all that mattered at the time. Now I am alone, now that I am out of school and I have to admit it is harder than I expected to find my place in this world. I have no idea what I'm doing, whether it is the right thing to do or not. What I do know is I am meant to be a writer, that I know for sure. I am meant to write this book for those who are like me. For teachers to recognize how their teaching affects students in a good or bad way. Most importantly to hopefully open their eyes to reality of what is going on inside their classroom. For me it has been difficult to navigate a social life as an adult, especially when you are not a social outgoing person. I ...

Throughout writing I have been beginning to realize a few things that is important to me in the writing process. Things that are helpful and things that are not, with anything it is important to know yourself enough to recognize what you need. For me what I need is acceptance without feeling the need to explain myself. This book has been a long deep wound that I am dissecting bit by bit and it fucking stings. More than I originally thought it would. First and foremost I need to process it through myself and having to explain myself and talk through things is not how I best work through things. How I have been somewhat successful at talk therapy is beyond me. It is easier to first accept it and then slowly begin to process each piece which is almost always followed by bouts of self-reflection. Through that self-reflection, the last thing I need is to talk it out which almost always leads to explaining myself as if something about the situation was in need of fixing. I feel as thou...