The first half of the year in the first year of high school went pretty well, you didn't have a panic attack in public, no one noticed your depression. You EVEN had friends, not good ones, but they liked you because to hide your depression you played the girl: always cheerful, polite and willing to help. The boys from your class liked you too... Mainly when they wanted to borrow a pen You had a bad day today, you barely crawled out of bed through another episode of overwhelming sadness. You went to school and what idiot from your class who only cared if two mascaras cost at least 200 zlotys... idiot, but it still hurt when she laughed at you for your untidy looks. Well, you had a tired face and your clothes were completely out of fashion: beige loose pants and a sweater with various pastel stripes that your mother made you You had a bad day today, you barely crawled out of bed through another episode of overwhelming sadness. You went to school and what idiot from your class who only cared if two mascaras cost at least 200 zlotys... idiot, but it still hurt when she laughed at you for your untidy looks. Well, you had a tired face and your clothes were completely out of fashion: beige loose pants and a sweater with various pastel stripes that your mother made you