Moving. Fuck moving.
Before:
>Had friends
>Straight As in school, worked hard and shit
>Hung out with this kid I didn't like every few weeks so I could steal his legos
>Big house with massive backyard, rope swing, sandbox, trees to climb n shit
>Best artist in the entire 5th grade, only drew dragons tho because I didn't know how to draw anything else
>All the girls in my grade wanted me to draw shit for them, even tho all I could draw was dragons that looked like they had an extra chromosome
>still ballin tho
After:
>Lived on literally the opposite side of the country
>Three hour time difference so I couldn't talk to any of my old friends ever because they all had to go to bed by the time I got home from school
>Everyone at my new school was a mouth-breathing chucklefuck who were too dumb to figure out the area of a rectangle.
>Not joking, I literally watched a teacher spend a whole hour trying to get this kid to understand how a 2x4 rectangle had an area of 8 units2. To this day he probably still thinks the fucking area was 6 units
>Teachers would literally sleep through class, kids would leave
>I was put in pleb-level classes so the work was shit easy. I would do it in 5 minutes and then leave when the teacher fell asleep.
>Stopped doing the work when I realized nobody gave a shit if I did it, it was all tedious shit to keep the kids busy
>Lost my work ethic and motivation completely
>Literally no friends, nobody knew my name
>Depressed AF
>Lived in tiny apartment with shitty family
>Took forever to get back from that and my grades and everything else suffered as a result.