I hope this is the right place to post this but I didn't know where. I'm Tiffany, I joined today and I'm looking for friends. Below is a story about me, so that you can better understand me better. Hopefully you all wont judge me base on whats written below. Fill free to read it.
Most of my problems start in my childhood, school was the first obstacle in my way. I'm learning disabled, which means it might take me a bit longer then others to understand what is being tough. It was hard for me to speak and learn how to do simple math but writing and drawing was always my strong point, anything that had to do with crayons, pencils and paint...oh man I was one happy camper. I also had problems making friends, I was told several times that I was shy or it was my learning problems that made the kids think differently of me. Rather then taking time to know me, they would just make fun of me. This happened every single year in school up until the 5th and 6th grade, where I was finally put into an RSP program. It gives children like me a chance to learn and grow in a better environment. This is where I met my first friend, her name was Jessica. We did everything together and she was always amazed by the dragons I drew but alas things never last for ever, by the end of six grade she moved to a different city and school. I never saw her again. When I made it to middle school, it was hell. Anther year...anther bully. My new friends where mean to me, never respect me...but I guess that means they where never my friends. Well for the two years of middle school, I was bullied and had horrible friend making skills, I got into a fight which I never started too. That left me with a messed up back, I was pushed and landed on my back. At lest the good thing was, is that all my grades where good because of me still being in the RSP program. Ahh high school...could my like get any better here? By now, this is where I was starting to suffer from depression, but I never knew until after the 12th grade. Freshmen year was okay, a few rough points here and there...first boy friend that only lasted for about 2 weeks and two girls that where always on my a**. Don't you just love how people waist their time trying to make someone unhappy? Moving on! I can't remember 10th and 11th much but I know that it was bad, same friends from middle school where my friends in high school, but they brought all their drama in the "group" we where in. I remember taking my best friends boyfriend after they broke up...and then the whole darn school calls me a whore for it. At this time, I'm trying out relationships on the internet, some of them where pretty nice but they never lasted, but I was better of with them because everyone seems to know who is dating who in school. With my grades slipping and getting depressed with each year, I had finally made it to 12th grade. Only then I found out that I never had enough credits to graduate, so I was put in a continuation school. for once I actually liked it, I was away from the drama and the stress, was giving plenty of time on my work, made some new nicer friends that actually loved hanging around me. Some things never last forever though. When the school year was nearing, there was something that happened to me...something I would never forget in my life. It was a normal day as always, go to my 5 class periods then leave for home but in the middle of passing time, I had to use the restroom. As I walked in I heard the bell ring but it didn't matter since my teacher was nice to everyone who worked hard. I was alone in the restrooms until I heard someone come in, I thought it was just anther girl but it wasn't. I guy had walked into the restroom, he found me in the stall and tried to rape me. I wasn't hesitant to fight him off, we rolled on the floor and I got on top of him, giving me a chance to bang his head on the toilet seat and run off into the office. He wasn't hurt badly but I hope he enjoys his time in jail. Since that day, I've never been the same, I never did get a chance to pass the 12th grade that year either. This is my life everyone, since then I have been trying to find a job so that I can go to college and get my GED. I have a job now but it doesn't pay enough, but I love it since I get to work with animals. I'm currently suffering from the depression I mention earlier, I'm deeply in love with my boyfriend William and trying to earn money to meet him for the first time. I've been selling my art work trying to get by every day, but what ever I do never seems to impress my father. ME and my father never saw eye to eye very well, yes. We are fighting and I'm trying to make things right again.
I've just been sitting, waiting for my chance to shine. Looking for acceptance in others, friends that I never had before and the love only a father and mother could give me.
Most of my problems start in my childhood, school was the first obstacle in my way. I'm learning disabled, which means it might take me a bit longer then others to understand what is being tough. It was hard for me to speak and learn how to do simple math but writing and drawing was always my strong point, anything that had to do with crayons, pencils and paint...oh man I was one happy camper. I also had problems making friends, I was told several times that I was shy or it was my learning problems that made the kids think differently of me. Rather then taking time to know me, they would just make fun of me. This happened every single year in school up until the 5th and 6th grade, where I was finally put into an RSP program. It gives children like me a chance to learn and grow in a better environment. This is where I met my first friend, her name was Jessica. We did everything together and she was always amazed by the dragons I drew but alas things never last for ever, by the end of six grade she moved to a different city and school. I never saw her again. When I made it to middle school, it was hell. Anther year...anther bully. My new friends where mean to me, never respect me...but I guess that means they where never my friends. Well for the two years of middle school, I was bullied and had horrible friend making skills, I got into a fight which I never started too. That left me with a messed up back, I was pushed and landed on my back. At lest the good thing was, is that all my grades where good because of me still being in the RSP program. Ahh high school...could my like get any better here? By now, this is where I was starting to suffer from depression, but I never knew until after the 12th grade. Freshmen year was okay, a few rough points here and there...first boy friend that only lasted for about 2 weeks and two girls that where always on my a**. Don't you just love how people waist their time trying to make someone unhappy? Moving on! I can't remember 10th and 11th much but I know that it was bad, same friends from middle school where my friends in high school, but they brought all their drama in the "group" we where in. I remember taking my best friends boyfriend after they broke up...and then the whole darn school calls me a whore for it. At this time, I'm trying out relationships on the internet, some of them where pretty nice but they never lasted, but I was better of with them because everyone seems to know who is dating who in school. With my grades slipping and getting depressed with each year, I had finally made it to 12th grade. Only then I found out that I never had enough credits to graduate, so I was put in a continuation school. for once I actually liked it, I was away from the drama and the stress, was giving plenty of time on my work, made some new nicer friends that actually loved hanging around me. Some things never last forever though. When the school year was nearing, there was something that happened to me...something I would never forget in my life. It was a normal day as always, go to my 5 class periods then leave for home but in the middle of passing time, I had to use the restroom. As I walked in I heard the bell ring but it didn't matter since my teacher was nice to everyone who worked hard. I was alone in the restrooms until I heard someone come in, I thought it was just anther girl but it wasn't. I guy had walked into the restroom, he found me in the stall and tried to rape me. I wasn't hesitant to fight him off, we rolled on the floor and I got on top of him, giving me a chance to bang his head on the toilet seat and run off into the office. He wasn't hurt badly but I hope he enjoys his time in jail. Since that day, I've never been the same, I never did get a chance to pass the 12th grade that year either. This is my life everyone, since then I have been trying to find a job so that I can go to college and get my GED. I have a job now but it doesn't pay enough, but I love it since I get to work with animals. I'm currently suffering from the depression I mention earlier, I'm deeply in love with my boyfriend William and trying to earn money to meet him for the first time. I've been selling my art work trying to get by every day, but what ever I do never seems to impress my father. ME and my father never saw eye to eye very well, yes. We are fighting and I'm trying to make things right again.
I've just been sitting, waiting for my chance to shine. Looking for acceptance in others, friends that I never had before and the love only a father and mother could give me.
