Hii !
Jst sm se odločla da bom začela pisat zgodbo. Pač ta zgodba je delno resnična in delno ne resnična. Upam da vam bo všeč. Mogoče bom abjavila tudi Slovenski prevod te zgodbe.

I was barely 9 years old when all of a sudden everyone started hating me, they started avoiding me, they were lying about me. They told me that I was a cow, that I was fat, that I was ugly, that I was stupid, that I didn't have a brain, that I was a calf ... When they kept telling me that, I told them to stop. But of course unfortunately they didn’t stop they kept insulting and teasing me. I started to get depressed over time I tried to pick myself up but it didn’t work. I was falling deeper and deeper. I just couldn't get out of depression if I wanted to. When my 10th birthday came, everything was even worse. When I was 10 years old, my parents started telling me about my mother (the real mother who gave birth to me). I became even sadder because after seven years I really wanted to see my real parents. My grandparents also started telling me the truth about my mom and what all happened to her and why I don’t live with her. All day then I started thinking only about my real family. I was very, very sad. I was right on the floor. And every day I fell deeper and deeper into my already severe depression. I cried for at least 3 hours every day. To my great sorrow, I could no longer concentrate on the teacher's explanation and therefore received much worse grades. This made my parents very angry. They yelled at me every day and told me I was a calf. No one understood me. My parents told me I was a liar ... they didn't want to hear about my depression at all. The teacher noticed my behavior quickly and wanted to help me. One day she called me from the classroom and asked me what was bothering me. I told her absolutely everything. She understood me. She told me to go to a psychologist for an interview. I went to a psychologist and told her everything from start to finish. She understood me. Then she called me several more times to talk but she saw that she could only help me really very very very little. One day, when I left school and came home, my parents told me that I could no longer go to the psychologist for an interview. I took them into account I didn't go there anymore.

upam da vam je zgodba ušeč
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