I know how you feel nibbler :c
It worries me because I don't want you to be like me right now
me no want you to do bad at school :c

like you said to me if you want to rant about something you can always talk to squish :3

ps
I will stop asking for hugs

It's fine.
I'm willing to give hugs when I feel affectionate enough, I just don't like it when people hug me without warning or try to hug me when I tell them not to.

I know, thanks...
I just don't see the point in trying any more.... There's no way I'll ever have the money to go to university.
At best I might get to collage if I work my ass off for a few years until I graduate highschool; but even then, I probably won't even get hired to work at an aquarium.

This is incredibly cheesey but its true, if you put your mind to it you can do like anything you want you just have to work really hard for it

I think what youre thinking all the time because well anyone could say Im a failure since I am but I am going to keep trying super hard at being what I want to be, nibblar you can do it ;3

Thank you for the support. :)
Unfortunately, I don't think my parents would let me do homeschooling for fear that would have absolutely no social life. I already do all my socializing at school (which you can imagine isn't very much) and some online.... :C

There's a girl you like? K, I'm sorry for not typing all nice things but after I read that everything else kinda well died.

Don't worry, it's not Sexual Harrasment Chihuahua, Cunchy, Taiger, you or whatever.

Okay, good. Also, don't give up on anything! Just stand up for yourself and whatever you believe in!

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Believe in? :I

Find something to believe in!

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Nibbler, my dear, school is a big game. You gotta learn how to play it if you want to survive. If you don't understand a subject/concept then ask questions. Most people are secretly stupid and just don't want to ask questions because they think they'll make an ass of themselves. Chances are, they're as lost as you are. And even if you don't care, you kinda have to try to care. Fake it until you make it, as the saying goes. You might discover there's actually something that is occasionally interesting in the curriculum.

Do you hate the person you eat lunch with?

And if you dislike the label of 'depressing'... I am so very tempted to go into a sociological analysis of this situation, but I just did one of those yesterday so I'll shorten it down to: do you value your current deviance from the norms of your peer group enough to forgo changing what you consider to be your master identity to conform more to their norms? Do you think that the 'you' everyone calls depressing is the 'real you' or is that the status you assume to deviate from your peers? Would your real life be happier if you went through small stages to conform to your peers? While I have not known you for long, I can very plainly see you have a nice sense of humor and have potential to do god only knows what.

As for the locker lurkers, kick them in the nuts. If they lack the testicles, then opt for a cunt punt. Hurts just about as much. In situations such as this, violence occasionally does solve the problem.

Have you TOLD these people REPEATEDLY to not hug you or are you assuming that they know that you don't like to be touched? If so, then they're douches. If not, you should probably speak up. People are generally good about listening when they're told to cut it out. If you do that and they still keep touching you, then either they have memory defects or they're douches.

(I am trying very hard not to rant and present a rational, logical statement because the person before me said something very dumb. Obviously they do not know how people like us work.)

Colin: You don't like him, tell him to take a hike. Also, invest in self-defense if you think things might hit stalkery waters. There are great internet resources. And a small canister of mace. That also helps.

The girl: Go for it. The worst that can happen is that she rejects you. You'll be hurt for a while, but is a little momentary pain worth what could amount to be a crapload of regret later on down the road. (Subscribing to the philosophy 'no regrets' has made life relatively more comfortable for me.)

As for the art teacher: I think they're doing this because they have an INCREDIBLE amount of belief in your talent. Otherwise, they would have stopped after asking what was necessary of you.

Now, here's what I want you to do.

Tonight, I want you to get a piece of paper and a pencil/pen and think 'what would make me happy in real life?' Write down whatever comes to mind, but try not to think about it too hard or else you'll overthink it and start making up answers that might not be what you want just to fill space. If nothing is written down, then that's okay. Talk a walk the next day to clear your head a bit and try again. Even if it's only one thing, that's one more thing you have to work with. Once you've got a general idea of what would make you happy, then you'll be able to set goals. If you do actually go through with this, then PM me and we can discuss it further.

And junior high is a shitty time anyway. People are always their worst in those years. Fortunately, a majority of them seem to get their shit together by the time high school rolls around.

Okay. Done ranting. Hope I didn't sound like a tool. Good luck.

I do ask questions; lots of questions. At one point I even had my teacher AND the two helpers trying to reteach me, but they may as well have stuck me in the middle of Kenya. Once something gets smaller than a plant/animal cell, I'm simply lost. It sucks....

No, she's an okay person, but people just hate her for some reason...

I got the label from how I act and dress. I'm defently not the happiest of people, I'll admit that, but I personally think I'm that depressing.... More like a slightly cheerful goth.... I've tried changing how I look and act to please people; the bright colors, big smiles, etc., but it doesn't work for me as people come back to the same conclusion "You're too depressing." Some people have even checked my wrists...

Actually, I did kick one of them in the nads and he just brought back reinforcements.

I have told them I hate being hugged. I've spent hours explaining to them exactly why over and over and over again. My friends tell me they do it because my reaction is funny, but sometimes my anxiety afterward actually makes me sick. One time they even locked me outside to bombard me with hugs and I spent the next ten minutes feeling like I was going to throw up. Just thinking about it is freaking me out...

Feel free to rant, she's one of the ones that makes me feel like a dumbass and hugs me.

As for Colin, I've told him to (pardon my French) fuck off regularly for he past two years but he just keeps going on to me and my friends about how beautiful he thinks I am and wondering why I won't date him. He'd be a nice guy if he wasn't such a creep.

And I told her my feelings about her over Facebook and she likes me back, so we're going to take it easy and see where we want to go from here. At least I have this much to look forward to.

My teacher, Mr. Peircy, has had me do a lot of big art projects for the school this year, or at least a lot more than any of his past students. He had me paint a huge one-wall mural for the art room by myself and now some of the main and key points of the yearbook. It's all a bit over-whelming, no matter how much I appreciate the practice.

I'll give it a shot, but there are few things that make me happy, as ridiculous as that may seem.

Hmmm... So the nutshot did not work. Well, I would recommend talking about it to a teacher/principal/trusted adult because that is clear-cut harassment, but adults in my schools have not always been so good with dealing with the matters of kids. The mindset seems to be 'well, if I intervene then I'll embarrass this student' or 'it's just harmless teasing, they need to be less sensitive'. Or maybe that's a thing that has to do with American schools. If you think there's a chance it'll help, then try it.

I think you may need to lay down an ultimatum with your friends. You have to state to them that this intrusion on your personal space is absolutely unacceptable and that the continued intrusions upon your bubble have to stop or you'll be forced to reconsider your friendship. After all, if they can't go along with a simple thing like that, how good of friends can they be?

Colin: I'd say that you really should go to a teacher on this one because this too counts as harassment. There's bound to be at least one who thinks he's as big of a creep as you do and is willing to do something about it.

Congratulations on the girl! I'm really quite happy for you.

If the art projects are getting to the point that it's overwhelming, then ask him if he would be willing to decrease the high influx of projects you've been getting (with an explanation as to why) and I think he'll understand.

Baby steps, Nibbler. You gotta take 'em. Hope you have a nice day.

The teachers in my school prefer to let students sort stuff out themselves, and I've mentioned it around my parents, but their either ignoring it or haven't heard me.

I would, but their my only friends and all other people don't seem to think very highly of me. I don't want to lose the small group of companions that I do have....

Knowing Colin, he'll find some other girl to get infatuated over by the end of the summer. Hopefully it'll be some one who can put up with him like my friends and I have.

Thank you. :3

Well, the school year is almost over, so hopefully the yearbook will be the last of the big projects.

God, I just keep coming up with excuses, don't I? Guess my dad has me right, "Always running away from problems and avoiding things, just like your mother" *facedesk*

Thank you so much for your support. :3

Just hang in there, Nibbler. It gets better.

colins not obsesed with you he just likes you for who you are and i hope you cheer up

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Is this Colin? Rere told me he/you made an account on FA and was trying to find me on here...

no its one of his friends sorry for the confusion colin doesnt have an acount