Hello everypony!!
I realised I probbably won't write here often, as I usually feel fine. But there is something in my mind.
So, for context, I'm going to 9th grade next year, and we had exams and stuff, so a lot of my classmates will be going to different schools. I was, and likely will still be, an outcast. For 4 years (the 1st year from these I was alone) I had one friend. Only one. I barely, barely spoke to anyone else. I know some girls mocked me behind my back for being a furry and like transvestiged me and whatever, I don't really care about them for some reason.
But there's a different girl who did something similar. She'll be going to another school. She always had bad grades, was disliked by everyone in our class (publicly or in secret), and for understandable reasons. She was also the first person to be nice to me. Fake niceness, but still. It meant a lot. Even though I know I am just like any other weirdo to her, I miss her. I'll be sad when I won't see her everyday. I'll miss her laugh, her cringy lines. I'm not sure why. I feel she could have been a good person. She just got involved with the wrong people. She, maybe, in a sense, is who I could've become, if I was just a bit more social. I used to be friends with Day (not her real name) just like she is. If the classes weren't shuffled in 4th grade, I would likely still be her friend.
I had a dream recently. We were on a bus, going on a trip (it was in space, but this is a dream so not everything is logical). I was sitting by the window, on the floor, and the aformentioned girl, and another girl named Eve, were in seats nearby. They had their phones, and they were just talking and making fun of me. Eve noticed that I was there, and I maybe heard everything. And in the dream I told her "It's fine, I don't mind". They just continued what they did before. My friend was in a glass box on a seat outside, so I felt alone. But I felt comfort. We arrived, but I don't remember what happened, only that there was snow in the scorching sun. I felt calm.
Now I feel fear. In dreams, I think like I do in real life. It made me aware. I don't want things to change, I want them to stay. Even if it hurts me. Hurting is comforting. It's familliar, safe. I wish I thought differently. I do not like my mind.
Sorry for the heavier rant, but there will be more in the future.
Now, goodnight everyone!!