Writer's Note: I know not many people could care to hear me but I will share what I know for those willing to learn.
In life, there will be sucessful people but many other untold stories of utter failures, out of the limelight and usually hide in shame.
I honestly do not want anything in return as I feel that it is something that I want to do, to share my wisdom and hope that you do not suffer in life.
I come from a Singapore Girl Secondary School.
(I have decided to withhold the name as my story will contain defamatory remarks)
Let me begin my recount of how it began.
My PSLE (Primary School Leaving Examination) agregate score was 246. I could have easily gained entry to Cedar Girls' Sec School but I decided against it as it warranted an awfully large amount of travelling time.
On the first day, I was so cheerful about the whole affair! I felt so happy that I got into the school!
Everything went as smooth as silk. I imagined that it would be even better than my old primary school, Bedok Green Primary School. At that time, I was extremely optimistic and positive about the future.
After the first week, things started to change. People's true colours started to appear. I ignored them, thinking it would not be much of a big deal. Some malicious rumor had spread, saying that I was a lesbian (when in fact, I have absolutely no interest in such disgusting @ss holes like them!).
I thought I could shake them off by ignoring them but it festered and flourished from that point onwards. I even tried to be nicer towards them, thinking them hating on me was my fault.
I came to realize that I was alone on this battlefield & that I had to fend for myself.
My secondary life was completely ruined.
No social life, mediocre grades, obese( because of emotional eating because of my lack of friends)
and most of all, no sympathy at all.
I remember how much I hated waking up in the morning and go to school. It felt like I was being sent to a jail cell everyday. My stomach was always feeling uneasy and I wanted to commit suicide. Yes, there was an option of change school, but my father was against it and I was did not want "them" to win.
I swore to myself that I will rise from the ashes. My old self died and gave rise to a new person.
Before I share my success secrets, I will want to share some genuine stories of pain that I had to suffer in silence during the first two years of my secondary life. This is currently my third year and may I say that it is going swimmingly well! I am much happier and have my aims on target.
My message for this entry is to those suffering: It may last for what seems like an eternity. But on thing for sure is that you will be the one that has the last laugh. So never give in till the bitter end.
