Escaping Reality

When I was a kindergarten student, I was a sensitive person. In my country, we call it “pikon”. Because of me being “pikon”, I was the target of emotional bullying. It became a lot worse when I reached grade school, when I started getting introverted. My only escape from the pain was every dismissal time, the time I could go to the library, take a book and sit down and let my imagination fly like a bird. I once had a “friend” that was actually a bully. He called me “weak baby” everytime we meet, so I keep on avoiding him until he left school. Since then, I became a little bit irritable and depressed. When I went to grade five, The library was renovating and didn’t open untill the second semester. I was getting more pressured and depressed untill I found one more escape from reality. I found out that I was actually good in drawing. I kept on doodling what was in my mind, even it made a few issues with my studies.But I managed. And I survived. When I went to middle school, there were a few students I could lean on to. One was my partner in my feild trip. The other was an older student who also was part of the same club. I am currently in middle school, and I am getting stronger knowing I am not alone. And if in case I am, there will be that door to the world of my imagination, where I can be accepted by anyone there.