Memories 1

I remember…
Back in, well it most have been year 8. Both Tim and Ben had been made library moniters, from the group of friends I had which spent all their time outside, we didn’t really fit in outside. I felt quite left out, even then. I tried to create myself a place to fit in, I created a role that I seemed to fit in, as a IT support guy. I remember the day that the IT teacher told me basically that to fuck off, although the nice librarian had approved it, anything of that nature that to pass through her and she didn’t approve it. So I was once again left with nothing.

I remember…
Back in, well it most have been year 8. Both Tim and Ben had been made library moniters, from the group of friends I had which spent all their time outside, we didn’t really fit in outside. I felt quite left out, even then. I tried to create myself a place to fit in, I created a role that I seemed to fit in, as a IT support guy. I remember the day that the IT teacher told me basically that to fuck off, although the nice librarian had approved it, anything of that nature that to pass through her and she didn’t approve it. So I was once again left with nothing.

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