RoseOptimiste7

I’m scared.

Basically my dad got an IRM and his ligament of the shoulder is ripped from over working 7 days a week, 72 hours and they saw something on the bone and will go check with another machine that is known for detecting tumors (don’t know the name) He could loose his job and that would devastate him as he’s worked so hard, being at home he’s been more unhappy even joking about suicide once a while and argues about everything. I’m scared for our financial stability if he gets it and my mom is cold to him sometimes (she’s overworked from her 42+ hours because of her diabetes (type 1.) and IGA disease (Nephropathy) She also needs to have iron shots and are given only when she’s at her lowest. and so much things she suffers so she’s extremely exhausted and tired) and they don’t have good communication rn. You probably get why I clean the most now, my sisters became phone addicts and everyone in the family is so close yet so apart. And my right hand ligaments are hurting and shoulder when I write, I’m scared for my book and my cleaning and my future yk, how do you heal that anyway? lol? I guess. I’ve been writing a lot honestly these lasts days and today I finished my birth control and my period hit, couldn’t even go to school or eat I was crying or groaning, I look melodramatic but hey I’m a woman. I really could be prone to cancer or diabetes 1 but my parents never had money to test us all, my ulcer pills have been double in dose and are better for now. (My aunt had cancer (we don’t know the prime source except ear where it developed honestly.) , my grandpa (testicular) my aunts grandma (boo bs cancer) and a lot had it.) oh yeah I’m writing a book actually I didn’t mention it before and I’m heavily in literature and poems now, I followed what I love and it’s backing up on me (I was even practicing calligraphy, if anyone thinks I can use the computer, that’d be smart of you, but I can’t write as fast, i love writing on paper too. Even if I’m destroying my hand.) I always make those post longs don’t I? Eh, I get feed back anyway. Thanks for anyone that read this. Mwah😼🎀

Do I know anything?

I always think of the way or what happens after I die, the way it was written in Hamilton (musical) it got to me and made me think about it, what is a legacy? Who truly knows what to do in everyday moments? What does death feel like? Cold, warm, wet, dry? Is it a feeling or a pain? Do you have the wisdom when you die? Do you think of yourself or love ones? Will someone ever tell your story? Who do you trust for such things? I want to know but I won’t, will I? Will someone love me so that they tell my story truthfully? How to know what love truly is? Is it complicated? Is it the way you see them and it feels like you always knew them? Do they feel like what you were is what was missing in their life? Is it sweet? What if it gets bitter? Who will sacrifice to sweeten it? What if it’s already cooked and just stays bitter forever? What if you don’t have a good life? I don’t know what to do about it but I don’t want to be ruining someone because of my own past. What if I never get kids? What do I know?! I don’t know anything about everything but everything about nothing.. IT TRIGGERS ME BUT ITS TRUE! I can’t just be blind over the fact that we completely forgot about the fact that we aren’t even close to knowing what is happening in the world and universe yet we act like we have a clue, how did Einstein knew? I mean it was always there, how did he perceive things? He was just always right? No way. I barely know anything like him but I want to know, not to flex. Those things fascinate me so much I’m happy to know more. Even though I don’t have the energy of process like him but I want at least a glimpse of it. I want to have my own mark in history. Still my own mind knows im worth more than a dollar, at least I hope so! I’m not sure I’m wise, what is a wise person? someone whom gain knowledge by experience and errors? I think so. But there’s so much more to it I think.. lately I’ve been feeling like a little clock. Always watched, I’m not feeling well outside of my house, is the world looking at me in such ways it knows I’m in danger? I don’t think so, I hurt my body staying inside but I can’t get out without having the feeling something will happen to me, I want the person to stop the mockery of me. It’s not fair, I want it to stop. Just who is it!? I feel like I’m looking for a needle in a bottle of hay. I’m lost, I can’t find what I like. What if I make the wrong choice of my future? I don’t want to lose everything. Who will be the one telling my errors on front page of embarrassment? I want to seek the truth and future yet future can’t ever come to me, the truth flows through me and never lightens me or my mind, do I not know how to achieve this knowledge yet? I need to get back on my feet.. laying on the ground will never make me fly through wind and find the unseen truth of it all, but what will awaits me there? What if I can’t see or feel the truth? What if the truth will never come? What if the truth was false? What can I achieve in a world where I am nothing until I find a purpose I haven’t gotten hints to find it? What if my purpose is to find a way to make it happen? Make what happen? Why shouldn’t I be in history? Why would I be in history? What if those eyes are the people watching my story? Watching my future unravel before my own very eyes? What if I am both of them? Nothing and everything? I mean, nothing to the world, everything to my twin.. celebrities who became everything wishes to be nothing. What is nothing then? Small comfortable house and nothing else? But is that really nothing? I’m just trying to make sense of it all honestly.. Im scared of being forgotten after my last breath. I’m running out of time, am I? I’ve done nothing wrong nor achieved anything. I want to leave the world with something. I want more time, I want to learn the piano, saxophone, violin and harp. I want to learn the way music works, the way it’s taught, the way it makes us teach ourselves things that we never knew existed..Would I have done enough? I want to leave letters, I’m sure nobody would read them. Technology. Haha. So is this my letter to the world and future? I don’t want to hear it anymore.. I don’t want this to be a mark of my existence. It isn’t enough! I want to mark people, make them live, make them live the emotions I ever so slightly felt at least once, I want to feel proud of myself in my last moments. Will I? Will people ever know my life the way I did? Will they ever understand my feelings? I just never will know, I’m miserable. I want to die. But I don’t want this. I don’t want the world to know that this is the weakness I fell for. I want to know that the world has loved me. I want to be able to feel the way that they will feel. Knowing my feelings, mistakes, wins, my legacy (I still have no shot what it is) my love, my family, my death, my fears. Just how long will I survive? How long will it take till I truly live? I don’t know… the answer probably is not that much longer.. maybe just maybe, I’ll love someone. I don’t have a greater mindset than anyone else, I have no idea what my Purpose is and how to go through it, against it, pass it. Is it really all in my mind already? Where can or would I be able to find it? I want to know that I will be learnt by people.. studied even, I am selfish. I am scared of just leaving ashes behind my death whatever it might be, I’m not a poet at all and I don’t do great poems, I wish I did. Do we all have a shot in life? I really don’t think so, I hate that life is so unfair. But it’s not like I was power in this fucked up place, I think about death daily. Like I’ve been there, was I? I don’t remember any life threatening events that happened to me. I want to laugh at peoples misery, the I’m the most miserable human in any room full of person I see. All have a purpose.. what is mine? Will I ever know it? I’m so tired of trying to find my own happiness again and never once getting the slightest of idea it might be.. I know small facts, I’m not a big mind.. I don’t know how to become one. I want to fly free as a bird, like the sound of my instrument flowing through the air with ease, like a runner in a race, like a baker in its own bakery. I want my place. I am a rat in a fancy restaurant, a princess in the slums, a pig with lipstick in a ball. I am not in my own place.. my right place, is Canada the place I wanna live in till my very last breath? Dying in honor for this country? Having my own future in this place? Yet another thing I can’t understand about everything. I clean every day and nothing changes, I hate this life. I want to trace my own life and it’s wild path, but how? I am repetitive but I need to know if I have enough to do the right things before I am gone, I want the world to know that I am not a person with no meaning or moral. I have my own limits, mistakes regrets and fears. I have not yet achieved any of my dreams or goals since I have no idea what they are, my life is bad but I’m fighting, dying is too easy for me to give up yet if I could I would yield to suicidal thoughts easily enough but I want to be something before nothing. If I throw myself away, is this how I’ll be reminded? I want this to be my legacy, my writing. No.. that’s dumb. I want it to be imprinted in people’s mind, make them change perspective, make them think of what they want to achieve before their last breath. I don’t want to be ashes. I want to live in someone’s mind, be honored for what I did, I am human, everyone is. I don’t want prizes, I want people to go for their own dreams and path even if the world screams and scares them. I want to change our future generations, we can do better than now yet nobody does. I have my life ahead of me yet I do nothing. I am useless, but you guys can. Ashes I will be. We are all decomposing, we need to act beforehand. I want to affect the world. I want to leave my print. I am dumb maybe I’m an idiot.

S.O.S😭👍

Donc, je crois être folle la.

petite histoire (pas du tout😭)

jai rencontré une fille sur un jeux il y a un mois, on a direct été amie comme depuis des années.

je les dans mes contacts et on s’appelle (souvent et FaceTime (quelques fois pour un film.)

On se parle chaque jours, beaucoup de points communs. Affolant, il y a quelques jours on se parlait et elle m’a dit j’étais sa meilleure amis. C’était ma première meilleure amie.

le problème ses que moi, j’ai aucune idée ses quoi l’amour quoi et en plus elle vie au Peru.

Je crois commencer à ramollir littéralement pour elle. J’ai pas de papillons et sa me rend malade de penser à en avoir, tsé honnêtement de un j’ai pas de chance c’est clair. De deux on est à des milliers de kilomètres.

j’ai un an de moins quelle et elle part bientôt pour l’uni (1 ans) car l’éducation n’est pas pareil partout.

moi j’ai les adultes (école rattrapage.) le cégep et l’uni, je me sens comme un bébé pas à sa hauteur de plus avec ma santé mentale. (J’ai aussi doublé au primaire qui empire le tout.)

on a parlé de se voir dans quelques années pour Noël. Moi sa me vas mais j’ai peur de ruiner l’amitié avec elle si je développe des sentiments plus profond que maintenant ses déjà assez quel me fait sourire à chaque deux seconde.

(ps: on parle du futur fréquemment, pas tout le temps mais ses toujours impliqué dans le sens de “nous”.)

Read it if you have the time please

see I’ve never had much attention or friends not even my parents.. it’s not neglect don’t worry My dad as shoulders injuries and can’t help anymore because he overwork till his injuries overtook him. My mom as diabetic problems (type 1) and big health problems they are both obese but that isn’t the point, they treat me well.. just they weren’t emotionally there too much and even when I was a kid I pushed them away because I was in a world I created myself I think from what I’ve been told I stayed alone most days.. My whole life.. the first time I was conscious of my actions I was just disgusted of myself.. I wasn’t an ugly kid but I always found myself disgusted and I can never shake it off.. I never had friends, I was a weird kid reserved and fat.. I only ate pasta because this is what we were affording.. my sister has adhd and was troubling too much and my mom was after her all the time.. I stayed alone reading and having my own universe.. and my little sister got born and I had less attention.. I had none at all.. then school.. I wasn’t hated but wasn’t liked enough to be anything to anyone, got used for gifts for friendship and then not talk to me, my aunt died and it made my grades worse to 50 percent, I got bullied for my weight in high school, I learned a coping mechanism.. I hit myself till it broke a bone.. I had attention that I always wanted, and I broke my arms and legs so much times I have a record of ten cast.. I never felt so much miserable but I had attention.. got bullied mor right now in high school and I’m having existential issues.. I have no idea who I really am.. I’m nothing, I hate gym classes and it makes me wanna die to go there.. I breakdown most often then not, I became therapist to some online friends and begged them to not kill themselves and it definitely scarred me in some way, I just have no one else that listens or care about me enough except my family and I fail in high school at everything now.. (I skip all my gym classes.) I have been mean to people I know and hit them because of my bottling up and I don’t know what or where my life is going.. I wanna die so bad and change life.. I’m an idiot and I don’t know what to do.. I clean the house for my family every day I feel like a maid and a fool.. Got carried away and told my life story it’s probably not worth the time to read really but it gives context, now honestly I eat my emotions and I’m 250 kg and 5’3 (163 cm) I am unstable, I harm myself, not with a knife as I wrote but with my hands, I feel less like I have blood on my hand stains (hypothetically speaking.) I’ve got casts but I keep getting the need to do more to get pity and love, it’s growing on me and I don’t know what to do and I never told anyone the secret of my many casts (three were genuinely accidents when I was a child. Rest are me just hitting the bone) I want to starve myself to loose weight as I am bullied but I overeat too much after (yeah I tried now I just overeat.) I’m honestly ugly and I’m the one to blame, I lost the ability to take care of myself and I scroll my life on medias eat and clean the house. My sisters and I have a very bad and good relationship, we all curse and hate ourselves and if they cuss at me I just cry the night but I’m not so good myself and talk back more than my mouth shuts. I want to do figure skating i love it and tried to learn how to skate but it hurts my feet too much because of my weight, I loved the sport it makes me feel the adrenaline and I’m extremely happy even watching it I can feel their emotions in the performance and exhaustion it’s captivating to me, it’s just like I always loved it, i also have an electric violin but a string is broke and I don’t know how to play it but I love it i always did and I want to learn it but I don’t have ressources or money and I already do poorly the saxophone and I don’t practice even if I’m in the school orchestra! I read a write bad poems, i love jazz and classical literature but I don’t even bring myself to read my books or do poems, well it’s not like I would be a good poet, i focus to much on rhymes that my poems just don’t flow into someones mind like I wished. I just want to cry all the time and hit myself like recently in November I used a metal bottle with a shirt inside to cover the sound. My healthcare is free if anyone is interested in the story and my dad has a good insurance. I feel like a monster for making them pay for my own health too but I need it, I feel genuinely like a monster. Can someone please just tell me what I am? I don’t think I’m crazy but I feel like it because I am paranoid being alone with a man (therapists.) some where nice but I don’t trust them and I’ve never got hurt in anyway by a man last I remember. The constant feeling of being alone and watched paranoia me. I rarely tell my true feelings to anyone even a great therapist I’ve had, I’m scared of betrayal and I just throw it here hoping someone can tell me what is wrong with me.

I’m scared

I don’t know what to do and school is starting soon. I am shit at school by complete honesty I fail in everything I try, I double my maths and I’m still failing at it! I am overwhelmed and well obese, I don’t want anyone to be like oh your still beautiful and any bull shit, I look like a dumpster. I barely shower or take care of myself hair or anything, I’m a mess, I am self conscious and aware that I should do something about it but I don’t. Forced in a suit I can’t take off and being mad to the person I care the most about, I can’t hurt people feelings because mines are dead, right? Yet I do so every day. I feel like a monster for hurting people, I feel like I deserve to hurt and bleed for atrocious things I’ve done, locking myself in my mind but if I do so it’s enveloping myself in the suit I wanna burn. I hate it, it’s the reflection of what I hate the most, ugly fat idiotic people who think they are above it all. A mirror. The suit is just whom have I been watching from afar without taking action to stop the truth. I don’t want to accept I’m not traumatized from the suit. I love the suit, the comfort of its laziness appeals me. I don’t want to stay in it yet I yeild to it every day.. I want to build a new suit but the monster is in the way and I don’t feel any good or hope. I want life to scream and make me cry so I accept the truth that I am still in the suit every single damn day. I want to kill myself but before someone goes on to tell me how it’s bad, I know it is I’m not an idiot. I don’t want to face life. I am weak, I should fight for my life because I have a chance compared to others but I don’t, I got thrown 2 times or more erasers at me and get laughed at over the years and I have no self respect and esteem for myself and I overeat every day, I scream at my sisters sometimes because I bottle up my feelings, I clean every day since my mom has health problems and works too, my dad sleeps in the day and works in the night the whole week and weekends. The house is a mess and it drains me and my sisters don’t even help. I’m scared to go back to school, I skipped every gym class because I’m scared and now that we’re going back to school on 9 January I’m scared. I rather be in a mental hospital honestly. I hate gym class and I feel like the most stressful annoying piece of shit. I rather be nothing than go there

Besoin de me situé

Désolé d’avance ses sûrement long Commencer par le début je nais jamais eu de vrais amie à part ma jumelle mes première amies aux primaire je devais leur acheter des objets comme une bague pas chère pour avoir une récréation avec eux mais elles on arrêter de me parler après deux semaines après sa j’ai changée d’école et j’ai eu du mal car je n’aimais pas mon corps et je ne parlais pas a personne peur de jugement en plus des exposés oral j’étais mortifié à l’idée qui rie de moi et mon poids ( j’ai regardé des photos et j’étais même pas t’en grosse surprise jsp pourquoi je pensais sa mes je le pense toujours) cela suis au secondaire car j’étais dans un programme de sport avec ma cousine et des gens des fois frappait ma chaise pour voir le gras bouger et sa riait fort ou les commentaires comment je coulerais dans la piscine ( j’ai fait de la natation arrêter a cause de l’argent) et que je ne serais pas capable de monter une simple Coline mais pendant cette année j’ai rencontré les amies de ma jumelle et été ajoutée au groupe au début une personne riait de moi sans trop exagérer et je me croyais comfortable parce que on s’amusait et je me croyais à ma place la mais Ils parlaient surtout de truc personnel en parlant du sujet principal une fille du groupe étais la personne genre elle gérait le groupe à cause qu’elle est populaire et extravertie donc je lui parlais souvent et sa a escaladé a je lui dit mes problèmes suicidaire et l’école même presque tout car elle me disait oui oui tu peux me le dire mais elle en parlait dans le groupe genre des blagues sur moi et mes problèmes et meme à ma fête avec de la famille elle a parlé de sa devant tout le monde plusieurs jour après elle me dit j’en ai marre de t’entendre parler de toi je me fous de toi ferme la ect et par misère j’écris dans le groupe c’est actions déplacer comme par exemple ( parler à voix haute de ma sexualité devant ma classe dont je ne suis toujours pas sur pendant que la classe est homophobe ou dire que les jeux que je joue son inutile nul ect ) mais la je cause l’attention que je voulais tellement car j’ai aucun(e) amies et veux la faire passer pour un monstre je ne sais pas quoi faire elle fait comme si ne sais rien passer je les éviter après sa j’entends d’une amie de naissance que elle parle de moi en classe et je demande si ses vrai elle me dit que tout n’est pas autour de moi et qu’elle entends les personnes se plaindre chaque jours ( pour info j’ai perdu ma tante dans ses année et j’ai découvert discord et j’ai du convaincre plains de personne à ne pas se suicider et Jai rester dans mon coin à prendre du poids restant isoler qui n’a pas aider du tout )ajout* dès que je parlais de mes problèmes elle disait ouais moi aussi t’es pas seul dans les deux scénarios sois j’en disais plus donc elle fesait d’autre blague ou que mon poids oui t grosse mais ferme la avec sa deuxième scénario je me fermais et je me sentais invalide maintenant au présent je ne sais plus quoi faire elle rie quand je passe devant elle ou me regarde le dîner et meme ma une fois suivis par derrière avec son petit amie jusqu’à ma classe et lui (il est dans ma classe)( elle disait mes problèmes à lui tout le temps donc je ne sais pas se qu’il sais ) et m’étonnerait qu’il ne mon pas suis ils on mêmes garder les toilettes un des deux coter ) de laide s’il vous plaît? Pour ajout ce ces fait pendant 2021-2022 tout cela continue sur le fil de deux ans la je lai bloque sur message il y a quelques mois mais elle continue avec les derniers propos de suivre rire et surment vas commencer des rumeurs

Do someone speak English or there’s translation?

I hate myself I thought I could change in a second I’m overweight for my age I feel completely useless in hereI was a sunshine before then something died my aunt and I lost control I cried but Idk what broke me this much and let’s try to figure it out rn uhm I was sad she died first memory I remember really bc my brain erased my childhood memories but like Ik they happened but in a dream form weird rightWell the first thing I was in front of a mirror and I said ew I didn’t look nor feel beautiful or pretty and I’m still ew honestly I’m not good looking I always had anxiety like not stress but real mental anxiety I have adhd inattentive even tho I act crazy when I don’t take it lolI never knew what was taking care of myself I have problems with brushing my hair everyday and teeth or even shower seems weird but it was never implied in our routine as kid or was it I can’t recall but I also have problems with Money since my parents would say no we don’t have enough and now I’m scared if the cards ever declined on me or my parents so I buy the less I can like when you buy clothes for next school year I would buy like two and were my parents clothes and I overate since I thought I wouldn’t have some the next day and we would always eat pasta mostly so poof Yk got fat I was the girl never chosen in groups for anything Yk that lonely fat girl well that’s me even tho I was nice since well I loved people now I don’t that much but anyway I got used for things when I was a kid like oh give me that and we’re friends so I would pray to my mom so she would buy them for me and then I would just get a 6 min chat with them and I was like 5-7 at that time I’m the one who always clean with mom but mostly me because she has problems with her back and diabetes so I’m scared if she does too much she dies so I clean for her I lacked of attention and love as a kid so I fall in love so fast because I get a little of affection, yeah my mom loved me and my dad too but dad always work in the day when I was younger and now its every night and I’m scared he dies soon anyway my sister / twin would be not nice to mom so it was hard for her since she had adhd hyperactive so needed more attention than me and my little sister too since she was young two years younger so yeah I loved to read the whole dictionary and anything but now I do none of those I don’t feel like myself at allMy parents are great but they’re relationship is arguing over the mess in the house and I have no idea what is a good working relationship nor how to make it workNow as a teen almost 15 I hate itI never got learned how to study I feel like shit my friend was shit I would open up ( I know you shouldn’t do that always?)but I trusted her the only thing she says is same so stop it’s not that bad she was bullied to and ect now that I stopped she just tells things about me sometimes she goes up to me and say or your lesbian right but it’s aside of the classroom when everyone is lined up and waiting for the teacher to open the door and I’m like uhh and also she talked it so loud I wasn’t comfortable talking about it since I’m confused and she kept going on but when I text her about it by accident in her friends group chat I’m the slut going on with nonsense talk I’m talking shit and it’s not that bad or her bf whenever I see him I my class he call me cringe for no reason whatsoever also they’re couple look so forced once in a while they follow me like wtf and since I don’t want to talk to them I wait till I’m late oh also I got informed she talks In my freaking back but want I ask her it’s wtf no so I’m relief but she follows how I only think of myself and I feel like she right since I do think of myself since I never had friends to think of the only thought I have is what people think of me and I hate myself so being that. I got on discord young and I regret since I would just convince people to stay and not dying every day and I once made a friendship with someone with terminal cancer and I hate it since well I wanted them to stay just like my aunt but he died I don’t even know if it could have been just a prank idk lol shaking rn I hate myself bc I would talk to ppl until they like me and I would feel special so we get together even tho I never knew if it was love so I used ppl for love ( once tho) but still I regret so badI got a grandma that would judge our weight every time we got there and she stayed with us for two monthsWas hell my grandpa died the only one I had hit hard but it’s ok he told me if we ever sleep with them (at their house) he would make me the best pancakes so ya now I like someone and I’m scared I don’t actually like them I don’t even know what loves feel like it feels surreal in the movies I don’t know what I am if I ever imagine to be with a boy it would be but it goes the same way for girls but I don’t get butterflies thinking of a girl but when it’s boy to boy scenario it’s so ez I’m so messed up with all that and my life since I want to do figure skating but do I truly? It felt so gracious and great seeing on the screen and recreating on land make me feel alive and better than ever but my skates hurt even if I would go every Thursday to the rink and In parks inside available even in winter I would go and still hurt I feel wasted I don’t even have classes for it and I’m scared because It’s because I want to make ppl proud of me to achieve this greatness of going to the Olympics I don’t know if I’m doing it for me so I try to rush every things even tho I do think it’s for me I’m doing it please someone help I feel like dying so bad alright it’s hard everything and every time I tried to get in shape I broke a bone no joke I’m tired what am i? Do i exaggerate? What about figure skating? Look I don’t know anymore sorry if it doesn’t make sense best I can say is translate it or reread it

jen sais toujours rien

pour que vous compreniez laisser moi expliquer du début de un jais aucune idée si la catégories est pour dire son diagnostic ou aider en trouver un proche mais je pense la deuxième option donc lets goooo donc ai un problème sur moi je nai jamais vraiment su qui jetais pas sur mon genre mais ma personnalité et moi même pour un moment dans mes 4-5 ans peut être mais la ses tlm bizarre car je me suis basé sur se que les gens disaient de moi ou les quiz genre infp et plus important les émissions prenons par exemple Sherlock Holmes (magnifique série au passage) après quel que épisode de regarder je me dit toujours que je veux être comme eux leur vie quoi et sa se produit mainte fois sur plusieurs émission don sa prendrait trop de temps a énuméré donc je Skip revenons sur sherlock ses vrais qui'l est similaire a moi mais en même temps pas du tout je reste toujours sur les lien qui me ressemble et qui a une vie mieux que moi et j'ai toujours l'impression que a chaque fois que sa arrive je deviens ses personnage sans aucun but et sa me rend folle de rien savoir de moi a part que jais des bout de quel que personnage et d'un autre

Je ne sais pas

J'ai besoin d'aide mentalement j'ai tomber dans une dépression en 2020 et j'y reviens, pour l'info j'ai toujours été en surplus de poids je n'ai jamais été traiter vraiment très bien a cause de mon poids mais j'ai trouvé l'amour dans le patinage artistique ses devenue une passion et un rêve et ma seul vraie envie de continuer, de pouvoir réussir au olympique /faire de la compétition mais dans le fond j'ai peur qu'on ne veux pas m'aider a cause de mon poids et que je sois exclu du groupe en plus que je commence a 14 ans j'ai peu d'espoir je sais que se n'ai pas vraiment dans le thème mais il n'y a pas de choix a moins que se ne sois pas important merci de donner votre avis sincères <3 ( aussi ses ma première fois sur tel jeune et je ne sais pas si j'ai bien écrit mon texte désolé si sa ne fais pas de sens aussi je voulais rajouter que je ferai n'importe quoi pour réussir le patin je me consacre la vie déçu mais là je veux juste me faire éclairé sur si je suis trop veille ou si au final sa ne marcherais pas avec mon poids ect) :))