Gosh Perlita, horrid memories.

I went to all boys catholic schools. So I was immersed in boy world without female guidence. It was a pretty miserable time. I hung out with the off-casts - the weird korean guy, the funny indian guy, the fat malaysian dude and the uber android geek. I really liked them though, they were all querky and neat. I fit in with them. But then I did not feel totally in. There was always something not quite right. But none of them really fitted the male ideal so we were all equal in that.
My home life was not that great. My dad is Bipolar and would frequently snap into violent rages, smashings things, hitting mum and me and my sibs. You get super aware of emotions around you, feeling for when he might go. But it would still catch me by surprise, like once I was laughing with my sister and next thing I know I am seeing stars. My dad had taken offense at my laugh. One time I threatened him with a hocky stick as he was going to hit mum. That was one of my worst memories I think.
I was quiet for the most part and escaped into books. I would stay up late reading, read as I had breakfast, while walking to school, at lunch in the library, and on the way home. But I also loved roughing it around outdoors in the weekends, building weapons and traps and forts, often on my own though. Though often I could read a weekend away only coming up for food and bathroom breaks. That was my bliss.
I was often madly depressed since highschool. I would go to school, greasy hair, unshaven, unwashed, unfit, just hating life, filled with this horrid hormone, consumed with vagina envy. They made me shave to meet the school standards. I was short, glasses, braces. I got picked on, teased. One time I got hung by my scarf. Good times.
Early school was hard, I spent a lot of it alone, not doing work. Dyslexia made it hard, I could not spell or concentrate, and the teaches thought I was dumb. But once I got to highschool academic stuff became easy, so that was a nieche I could get into. One of the brainy kids, there was a kind of jelouse respect for that. I developed an acid tongue to help pretect me and could pull people apart with my words. I used the weapons I had, stabbing a bully once with a compass. I hated life.
There were good times in there. I had a few good friends a along the way. People I got up to mischief with - climbing trees, trying to break into places. I was kind of popular at 11 and 12, cheeky, fast, strangely strong for my size. But people moved on though building their manly lives where I stayed a kid in that regard. I used to play imaginary games with my cousins. And me and my friends at highschool would stay at each others houses in the weekends and watch porn movies, play video games, or make vids of us pretending to fight with each other. I had my firearms and drivers licence at 15 so I would take friends out rabbit shooting.
I escaped to another city when 17 , my childhood was over.