ClashOnLife
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4 days ago I had a job interview. I walked in and quickly noticed a loud group, and that’s when I felt like I was gonna have an ass time. I made the grave mistake of sitting somewhat near them, but there really was no other better place.
As I waited for the interview since I was there too early, I got approached by one of the people from the group asking me if I was hungry and if I wanted anything. I said no, thank you. Then maybe 3–5 minutes pass, and the same person approaches me again and asks if I’m sure I don’t want anything to eat, and then asks how old I am. I say I don’t want anything to eat and that I’m 16, and then she says that I look very sad. ( I’ve genuinely been told the same thing for practically my whole life) I said that I’m just here for a job interview. Then the same girl comes over again and asks where my parents are, and then says that I look 12 and that she just had to be “careful.” When she said I looked 12, I really regretted having chosen this interview time, but at one point or another it was gonna happen again. Since I had class mates confuse me for a grade under all the time. I don’t even know if I look that underdeveloped for my age, maybe I’ve seen my face too much for me to notice that I’m different from other 16 year olds. It has to be fate taking karma on me for some possible grand evil that I must have done in my past to pay for it. This situation somewhat reminded me of when I was in 6th–7th grade and had a close friend who I don’t talk to anymore. He always had the ability to be a quiet person without getting bullied compared to me. I have to say, even though we were wearing masks at that time, it had to be his looks that made him seem untouchable compared to me, where I had dickheads making fun of me for “acting” or “looking” mysterious. 8th grade arguably was probably the worst year I had and probably the closest time where I had strong intentions to jump off a building and end it all. You see, that year I moved to another school, and in this school at first naturally I had no friends. Then I don’t really remember how, but I just kind of blended in this lunch table group. And in this group I was constantly treated as less, they said all sorts of ridiculous things such as If i could still “nut” because I just simply look like I can’t and that im a midget and all sorts of height related things you could possibly ask of. But what brought me to the closest time to ending my life was when I was in English class. And in this class they were talking and sort of planning/preparing a school trip we had. Then it begin when a person who was multiple rows behind me says something along the lines “what if someone gets kidnapped… like (my name).”Then the class began chuckling and my teacher looked at me, smirked and said “Well if you’re getting kidnapped just make sure to yell!” and they just kept laughing. I just had to take all of this like a fucking cuck. Could share a million more experiences just about my height but it’s 4:31 am the time I’m writing this and I need to sleep soon. A month after 8th grade year ended I was standing next to the cliff debating if it was worth it. Thinking to myself that if I jumped maybe I’d be alive but permanently disabled, that if I jumped that I’d go to hell, or that if I jumped I’d have to withstand such pain before dying. Ultimately, my own cowardice led me to not doing so. However, I can’t fully say that I don’t harbor any thoughts of ending my life. But I do have some new goals I want to complete in life atleast.
This is my current timeline
2023 > 4’9
2025 > 5’1
2026 > 5’5
growth plates are open. unfortunately however
my body and face still doesn’t match my age.
In all means, I was(am) treated like a little kid, never taken seriously. it was and still is a shit time and I hope this doesn’t happen to me again but probably will.
Thanks for reading if you did. Adios
As I waited for the interview since I was there too early, I got approached by one of the people from the group asking me if I was hungry and if I wanted anything. I said no, thank you. Then maybe 3–5 minutes pass, and the same person approaches me again and asks if I’m sure I don’t want anything to eat, and then asks how old I am. I say I don’t want anything to eat and that I’m 16, and then she says that I look very sad. ( I’ve genuinely been told the same thing for practically my whole life) I said that I’m just here for a job interview. Then the same girl comes over again and asks where my parents are, and then says that I look 12 and that she just had to be “careful.” When she said I looked 12, I really regretted having chosen this interview time, but at one point or another it was gonna happen again. Since I had class mates confuse me for a grade under all the time. I don’t even know if I look that underdeveloped for my age, maybe I’ve seen my face too much for me to notice that I’m different from other 16 year olds. It has to be fate taking karma on me for some possible grand evil that I must have done in my past to pay for it. This situation somewhat reminded me of when I was in 6th–7th grade and had a close friend who I don’t talk to anymore. He always had the ability to be a quiet person without getting bullied compared to me. I have to say, even though we were wearing masks at that time, it had to be his looks that made him seem untouchable compared to me, where I had dickheads making fun of me for “acting” or “looking” mysterious. 8th grade arguably was probably the worst year I had and probably the closest time where I had strong intentions to jump off a building and end it all. You see, that year I moved to another school, and in this school at first naturally I had no friends. Then I don’t really remember how, but I just kind of blended in this lunch table group. And in this group I was constantly treated as less, they said all sorts of ridiculous things such as If i could still “nut” because I just simply look like I can’t and that im a midget and all sorts of height related things you could possibly ask of. But what brought me to the closest time to ending my life was when I was in English class. And in this class they were talking and sort of planning/preparing a school trip we had. Then it begin when a person who was multiple rows behind me says something along the lines “what if someone gets kidnapped… like (my name).”Then the class began chuckling and my teacher looked at me, smirked and said “Well if you’re getting kidnapped just make sure to yell!” and they just kept laughing. I just had to take all of this like a fucking cuck. Could share a million more experiences just about my height but it’s 4:31 am the time I’m writing this and I need to sleep soon. A month after 8th grade year ended I was standing next to the cliff debating if it was worth it. Thinking to myself that if I jumped maybe I’d be alive but permanently disabled, that if I jumped that I’d go to hell, or that if I jumped I’d have to withstand such pain before dying. Ultimately, my own cowardice led me to not doing so. However, I can’t fully say that I don’t harbor any thoughts of ending my life. But I do have some new goals I want to complete in life atleast.
This is my current timeline
2023 > 4’9
2025 > 5’1
2026 > 5’5
growth plates are open. unfortunately however
my body and face still doesn’t match my age.
In all means, I was(am) treated like a little kid, never taken seriously. it was and still is a shit time and I hope this doesn’t happen to me again but probably will.
Thanks for reading if you did. Adios
