I used to be afraid of what everyone else thought in ways i still am ,but alot less.
What's the point of life if u choose to hide the whole time in fear? Last year i realized just how much that affected my daily life. I didn't talk to anyone or participate in group projects in the beginning of the year, hey that was just me. Then i got help from someone i now see as my hero. By the end of the year i was the outgoing talkative person in class. I had many great friends and my avid class became my family away from home. I lead group projects. I stopped cutting. i accepted myself and didn't care for anyone who didn't.
My whole life i'd been hiding up until last year because i was afraid. Afraid of how my family friend and other people will react.
I've read stories of people getting kicked out disowned and hated. No one thinks it'll happen to them and when it does they remain broken until someone comes along and builds them back up.
But some of them don't care. If the price of love is being disowned by people you thought cared about u and loved u, Why should u care?
I've told two people and they are true friends cause they know who i am and don't care it may have changed what they thought about me but i was no different than i was before.
There is hatred everywhere why spend life in a vain attempt to hide from it.