Well, 15, ughh it's kinda one of the most crucial years, some say its the most common year to get a first kiss by someone, man, first kiss, I can't imagine how good would that feel. I think attack on titan really just explains it all, everyone is a slave to something, everyone's got to be drunk on something to keep them moving on in life. It's like life is a person with boxing gloves, punching me every single time with something even worse than before, until I fall to rock bottom. Rock bottom feels like I familiar place to me now, I've been pushed and punched there at the point that it feels like home. I know it seems egotistical, assuming people around me have lives of sunshine and rainbows, but I don't care anymore, the amount of suffering I endured in my life is astonishingly painful, and I still find a reason to get up. I want to get loved by someone, I want someone to ask about me, I want to ask about them back, I would leave the whole world behind with that person and spend the rest of my life just talking to them.
I am not saying this metaphorically, I have literally been bullied my entire life, every single fucking year, I've been put in a room full of mindless undisciplined degenerates that don't have anything to do in their life other than being fucking assholes. Ever since Grade 1, I have been emotionally traumatized and beat up. My parents knew about this, and they switched me into a new school at Grade 6, I told myself that if I treat people nicely, and get well with them, I'd form a happy friendship, I didn't care about grades, I was a straight A student, all I cared about was trying to find someone, ONE person, that feels me, and I feel them, loves me, and I love them, and I can vent without them getting immature.
As you would expect, Grade 6 was a failure, so was 7, 8, and 9. I was getting called a pencil (I was skinny). Weirdo, nerd and all the typical stuff, and that meant people would get away from me, and I kinda got used to being alone.