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I was sent to the school psychiatrist quite a few times in middle school. They said I was antisocial and there may, possibly, be something wrong with me.
Truth be told, I just didn't like any of the kids there. The way I saw it, they were useless bags of flesh and the reason I couldn't get a decent challenge at an intellectual level. They were all stupid and didn't deserve to live.
I think I removed all doubt of the thought "there may be something wrong with me," there was definitely something wrong with me. I met a nice girl named Anna during counseling. I think she helped me more than the psychiatrist did. Honestly, the psychiatrist made me angry.
Thank the Lord for good people who change you, otherwise, my rare, moderate bouts of anger would be less rare and way less moderate.
Anna was a God send! I'm so sad that I lost contact with her.
Edit: Perhaps I didn't want them all to die... <.< >.>
I just thought of the one person I wanted to live.
And, would you believe, we traced this problem back to all the similarities I saw between other people and my brother. It's weird that I could possibly feel a dislike that deep for someone, considering that, now, I barely even dislike anyone in the slightest. Perhaps it was also just a stage?
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