You make yourself some ramen noodles and 7-Up.

You continue with your typical weekend routine: a big bowl of instant ramen, a glass of 7-Up, and Three Stooges reruns on the television. It's strange; you've never even really liked The Three Stooges, and yet somehow, at some point, this just became What You Do (tm) on Sundays. Maybe it's because the mindlessness of all the slapstick **** lets you drift off and ignore the fact that you have to go back to that school tomorrow.

You really loathe that place. You always have, and not just that particular school; you haven't liked going to school ever since first grade. You had a particularly nasty teacher then, Mrs. Bloch, who was utterly convinced that you were supposed to be some sort of wunderkind, and excel at every single thing you did. But the simple fact was that, despite your apparent brilliance with computers, and your far-above-grade-level reading ability, you struggled in so many other things, things that came easily to the other kids. You were disorganized and forgetful, losing things constantly and forgetting to do homework. You could grasp algorithms in a flash, but had trouble memorizing facts. And she made sure to let you know how disappointed she was, every single time you failed.

Kids that age are, of course, quite impressionable, and seeing Mrs. Bloch berating you over and over, they naturally started doing the same. That's basically when the spiral started: they teased you, you got more withdrawn, anxious and awkward, they teased you more as a result, you withdrew even more, et cetera.

Despite understanding nearly all the material taught in class, your depression resulted in you forgetting assignments and failing to study, causing your grades to suffer. The end result was that your academic record was insufficient for you to be accepted into any four-year colleges, requiring you to enroll at the local community college instead. This only made things worse, crushing your already-low self-esteem — plus it meant remaining in your small town, going to school with many of the same group of students you’ve known for the past twelve years.

In reality, most of the kids grew out of that teasing phase early on, and now view you mostly with indifference; the real **** only comes from a handful of sadistic assholes... and yourself. Because you internalized so much of that old ridicule, so much of that rejection, that you're basically your own worst enemy now, bubbling over with sarcasm, cynicism, anxiety and suspicion.

Gosh, you're such a bucket of sunshine, aren't you?