Originally Posted by
Gigabitch
I didn't hate high school. I hated going home after school.
I didn't like either option... I do remember visiting a friend after school nearly everyday that was enjoyable. At the time I was painfully shy, afraid to be touched, and had the constant thought I'd be tossed out if I did something wrong.
In retrospect I now know why I was that way... what I don't understand is why they were still my friend through all of that. Whatever their reasons, I am grateful.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen