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When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

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"You've changed"

“Huh, yeah"

“When you were younger, you used to run around. No one could stop you. You were so curious, you always asked about things. How was I supposed to explain why the sky was blue, or why the moon always follows you? You were like, I don't know, a meteorite? But not as uncommon, you know, like, you were everywhere. Do you still sing?”

“no, i didn't like it and i don't have time for it ”

“I really liked listening to you sing and hoped you would continue-”

"That's because everyone else did it too”

“Yeah, but your singing was good even for a child, and you could play the instrument so well. Your voice sounded sweet and playful and cheery. Your voice sounds so different. Puberty?”

“No, uhh, so it just happened. I don't know how”

“yea, it sounds so hoarse and it's like you don't even know how to control your voice right now”

"yuh uh"

“You used to look so nice, prim and proper, and you used to wear pretty clothes. Anything your parents gave you, you would wear it. You behaved so nicely, well behaved. You weren't so sensitive. Like a crybaby. You can't even handle people making jokes around you. And you're such a scaredy cat, do you not feel regret when you keep quiet?”

“A lot of things have happened. You've gotten more confident. Did you always talk so much?"

“Why are you angry? I mean, i didn't say anything wrong”

“No you said nothing wrong, don't worry but uh i need to go i have to start serving food for the other guests"

“sure. It was nice talking to you after so long"

“Yea, I guess”

“Baiiii”

“Goodbye”

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I was really surprised at that time. This was the first conversation I had with person A after 5 years. I was really angry at that time to think we would point out everything that changed without knowing why or how. Person A seemed to not know that they were basically holding a mirror and pointing out everything “wrong” with me. I came from a family that doesn't like the idea of change. “You were the youngest, so stay the youngest '' was the idea that floated around my family so i don't really sit down and reflect because it feels out of place and not ‘normal’ compared to the rest of my family. When my family has any gatherings, I have to take responsibility and be somewhat of a host. Being a child host means that I focus on kids while my parents handle the rest. Kids also include older teens that I don't know well but they know a lot about me.

When I met Person A, I was not really not close to them so the way they started the conversation was very abrupt and sudden, leaving me at a loss of words. Now that i think about the moment, i don't feel anger or sadness but a weird feeling. It's like a mix of loss and nostalgia. The loss of something I once was and the nostalgic comfort of knowing that I had that conversation with Person A in the first place. A few years later Person B was talking about some random light hearted conversation when suddenly they said something in a different context.

“do you think it was supposed to change, i mean they are supposed to, it's only natural, but if they had a choice, do you think they would have?”

This immediately reminded me of the conversation I had with Person A and I wondered if I had a choice, if I would have changed. Like how according to Person B, plants change to survive in different climates. But unlike a plant who does it according to instinct without a care in the world of how other plants see them, did I really have to do the same.

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My parents called me delusional and insane. I tried to confide in them that I was seeing shadows everywhere. They were every where and they followed me wherever I went. At night I could hear the whispering and the laughing. It drove me insane, I had no one to talk to about it. Finally I've decided to tell my parents instead of being met with comfort I was called insane and they said that I was carrying evil spirits around me. They told my aunts about it and they all said that I have to be sent to a temple as that's the only cure. In the end I was never able to find myself go trust my parents with what i tell them

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Initially had some trauma/trust issues but is slowly recovering. Sooner or later, you gained some new friends but it didn’t workout, and they started bullying you/talking bad about you. This lead to your mental illness coming backs from get than before, filling your head with bad(suicidal) thoughts.

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When I was 5, i started getting negative comments about my big eyes eg. You're eyes look so big you would look better with smaller eyes!, you aren't Asian if you got big eyes. I hated the way I looked and wanted to change it.

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you can’t trust someone’s words when they say they will change because it may just be a trap to make you feel better and trust the person but in the end the results will be the same and the person never promised

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I'm tired of wishing I was someone else all the time. I dread bumping into a mirror and seeing that face stare back at me, I don't like it, and it doesn't like me either. I wish to be able to accept who I am and be happy with myself.

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I have trust issues as in primary 6,i was foolish to trust my best friend with my deepest, darkest secret and the next day a guy that i don't even know came up to me and was talking about how he knew my secret, from then on ,i had trust issues and beat up my friend

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In primary 5 there was these 1 guy he asked me if I could lend him $2 and I said yes and said to return me the money he said yes yea and walked away. The next day I asked him for the $2 and he said he didn't borrow any money I quarreled with him for about 10 minutes and in the end I just took the money out of his wallet without him knowing

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Back then I did not trust myself so my grades dropped and I couldn't do muchvbut after I had the assirance that everyone else was trusting me I was able to achieve a lot more than before.

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I always felt like I did not belong (cause I'm half white).

I would sometimes encounter discrimination towards me.🙎‍♀️

My father was discriminated and was charged more for food

This caused me to dislike a part of my identity (did not want to accept my identity)

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This person grew up as a social outcast. He grew up sour, envious of those who could make friends easily. He grew up bitter, filled with rage and resentment as he hated themself. He became a liar, who manipulated and twisted a fake personality. This personality was crafted from all the people he was jealous of, hoping to create a perfect character for himself. He made friends. He did not think through their actions. Everything fell through the cracks. His friends realised the fake personality that the person had. Everyone left him. He is now alone.

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It happened when I was in primary school during my primary 5 camp. I have very Pale and I had a skinny frame. It happened when At Night on the last Day and there was a rumour about a ghost in the woods that frightened everyone alot.

It was dark and my skin was quite light that you can see slightly in the dark. I then approached my friends in my white jacket at night and they were all so frightened about me that they ran and some even shouted that there was a ghost in the area. I didn't know what was going on and I ran with them as I was afraid of whatever they saw... I didn't know that it was me... I felt extremely hurt that I really wanted to wear darker makeup to school but after that incident, everyone was afraid of me and how I looked...

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me and Footie(fake name) was bestfriends for years and we were very close and would often see or call eachother, but one day Footie texted me “Toes.."(fake name).

“i have cancer.."

Footie's family had a family heritage of sickness mostly cancer and i already knew that but i was not ready or ever thought of him getting cancer . He said he had a noticeable lump on his right side of his face and went to get a check up and the doctor said he had some type of cancer but have not know what type of cancer is it yet.

obviously i was really worried and scared cuz i really don't want to lose footie. Especially when he went out of contact for months. i was so worried that i posted him on my personal account to ask for any info on him but i didn't thought he wouldn't want people to know about his illness . Footie massage me after that post and got mad and blocked me after that. till now i have not heard Footie or seen him . i don't even know what type of cancer gootie had or what stage.hopefully he is not dead.

i reflected on myself that i was insensitive

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this year we just changed our teacher for english, there was this guy who was different from everyone else. having looked different and acted different many people disliked him. so when we were doing online work, someone commented on his post to "kys" so he was hurt everyone wrote letters to tell him it was ok.

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DO NOT COPY.

OGLs: give me an A!

Campers: A!

OGLs: give me a T give me a L-A-S

Campers: ATLAS!

All:

We lift it high, we bring the flame,

Atlas strong — remember the name!