[@21308] It's okay, don't feel bad, it's gotten way better. 
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[s]Though not going to lie, it f**ked me up a lot more than I like to admit, completely changed as a person after it. Went from being a well loved, naïve, lively, happy go lucky, confident person with all the stubborness and sass a ten year old could contain to this socially awkward, insecure, bitter loser with trust issues worse than Eve, who stopped giving a shit about most everything and wouldn't even sit without a wall behind them due to not wanting some kid to sneak up and pull off some shit and was either resented, rejected, avoided or ignored by the class as a whole. Not having my sister around was huge because for a very long time she was the only person I ever felt truly safe with telling anything about, and was the closest person to me in my life. My dad was and still is pretty much never home due to how long he has to work since he never finished his education, not with his schools being bombed and having moved to Canada already with a family, and my mother is unable to help because medical issues, my little brother and I never got along very well back then, and anger management was still something my mother was trying to get down for her PTSD so I was admittedly [i][b][u]very[/u][/b][/i] scared of her back then because she's hurt me quite badly before, though I don't resent her for it and forgive her completely. Gotten a lot better since then, obviously, but ye. That coupled with being in a new and unfamiliar place and my mother getting pissed off with my behavior as the situation at school got worse and deciding to cut off contact with any of my old friends made it really hard to cope with at the time. Not to mention the school itself was terrible; the stuff we were learning in grade 6 were things I had learned in grade 2, 3, and 4, so I wasn't motivated to do anything there and my marks plummeted because hell if I cared back then, the teacher rarely interfered with this crap and didn't do shit to help me out, the school was littered with an ungodly amount of dead rats and was overcrowded, and to top it all off it was super hard for me to communicate because it was my first year in French immersion, with a bunch of kids and teachers who have been learning French since Kindergarten. It was not fun.[/s]
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Therapy helped, even if I did get it two years late. And no need to beat anyone up. The kids involved have either smartened up (three of them even apologized to me and one later became my best and for a few years, my only friend) and those who haven't are getting kicked by karma, slowly but surely. :P


And you talk about bad characters when you have two named Shadeserenity and Candycanella. I shit you not. Granted I made the former when I was about four and was my first fancharacter to date (still have her today as a majorly revamped character now named Alum) and the later (beyond saving) when I was eight or nine, but still. Don't even get my started on those two, they're quite possibly my worst creations, though Rainbea, Clarissa, and Scar (and as I quote from Nullmetal Alchemist, 'That's the name they're going with?') are close seconds. Dear god. @_____________@