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I used to be a loner. Sitting by myself on a bench during break time and lunch. I was always rejected by others, never chosen to sit near them. I was an alien to all. I tried to get involved; I tried changing myself into the person that they wanted me to be. But it never worked out. I was always picked last; I was never good enough. I felt isolated and unwanted, but I did my best to repress my emotions and move on. This led to a disharmony, one that wouldn’t correct itself for a long time. Despite this, I was blinded by the lies, I thought that my hard work to fit in, would finally pay off but it never did. Eventually I started to realize that no matter what, fitting in was not an option and I had no choice but to wait. I spent the next few years existing but not living.

I entered a frenzy of sadness, and anxiety, and just overall nihilism. I felt life was meaningless, until they came along. They supported me, made me feel better, and suddenly things felt better. They were my first confidant, and the person I needed at the time. They cured me of my depression, and for that I am truly grateful. You know when you think that someone came into your life just when you needed them. That’s what happened to me.

Life was boring and worthless, at least until my friends came along. They made my life better, made me feel much more accepted and loved. I felt less lonely, and my friends allowed me to be my true self. I was grateful for my friends and all the memories we shared. I would never exchange the good times for anything else. I started feeling accepted; I started dressing the way I wanted, and I didn’t care what others would think of me. I have finally found where I belong, and I have finally found the true me.

Linking to the sense of renewal, we have now understood what it means to be human, to be ourselves. We, S and Ace, have supported each other through thick and thin and now we have finally understood how to love one another. Our friendship has brought us a better sense of community that we had never experienced. We have become better people because of the friends we have had, and although scars never disappear; they heal, and they make us who we are now, experiences define us.