I remember...

I remember when I was little, and becoming so upset that I would cry and cry and cry, sobs ransacking my body and my breath refusing to become even again, trying desperately to regain control of myself and pretend that everything was fine but being unable to.

Emotions I once felt so strongly.

And that happened in seventh grade and ninth. Not so so long ago.

Crying in the bathroom trying to pretend nothing is wrong. Trying to not let eye contact get to me. On multiple occasions. And the time that the bullying just got to me and I couldn't stand being in class another moment.

My instinct to just run away.