The day I felt forgotten

The day I felt like I was forgotten
Well, one day (when we lived in Kalgoorlie) it was the St. Barbra’s parade. The St Barbra’s parade is an annual thing in Kalgoorlie with all clubs including BMX racing, Kalgoorlie Dance Academy, the super pit trucks etc. The year that I wasn’t in it we went and had a look, after we visited all the shops of course. My mum’s best friend was there as well with her daughter. They all got in the car and so did I. When we found a parking spot we all got out. EXCEPT ME! I was sitting in the very back of the seven seater, so I couldn’t get out. I was banging on the windows to try and get their attention.

I did eventually get my mums attention and they finally let me out. I was just sitting in the back trying to get their attention for about 10 minutes. After I was out I realised that I could have just crawled over the seats unlocked the door and got out. I don’t know why I didn’t do that to start off with!

When I felt forgotten

It was a long time ago when my family went to a shop. I had to go to the toilet and, when I got out of the toilet, they weren’t in the shops. I went looking for them in the car park where they parked but I could not find the car. Then I went to look around in the car park and then I found them waiting for me.

Feeling forgotten

How does feeling forgotten feel?

Feeling forgotten is feeling like you’re not existing, but can still see and do things.

People won’t remember you or care about you. You are nothing anymore. Anything you do right is forgotten, anything you do wrong is remembered.

Being forgotten is worse than being excluded because it can be anyone who forgets you. A friend, family member, people who you’ve just met, anyone. You’ll be there but not seen or heard. Nobody knows you even exist.

All in all, being forgotten is one of the worst things that can happen.

the time no one answered me!

So one day when I was at home on a weekend it was a bad day because whenever I tried to asked my Mum she would never answer me but she would answer both of my sisters.  I felt a little angry so then I went to the shed to see what Dad was doing I asked him but he didn’t answer because he was busy but I didn’t know so I got even more angry.  I went back inside then I asked Mum again but she didn’t answer so then I had to shout so then Mum answered me.

Forgotten

Surfing, gliding through the ocean, feeling the water on my skin, thats where I belong. Not sitting by myself all alone crying, feeling worthless and unwanted. One person had made me feel unwanted, had started my panic attacks, my hatred towards her was uncanny. She spread rumours about me, she told my “friends” not to let me sit with them, she ruined a perfectly good year. Being excluded started to eat away at me, I developed anxiety, I started to not sleep very well. It was a cold, sharp pain at my heart. don’t know how to properly explain what it feels like, how horrible and heavy it is. How cold you feel. It made my brain throb with the questions; “what have I done?”, “why me?”, “Is it my fault?” These questions filled my mind, they pushed my into a world so full of hatred, my only escape was to surf, to feel the heart beats of the ocean.

Everyday I would sit by myself, I tried to sit with other girls, but I didn’t fit in, I didn’t have inside jokes with them, I didn’t make them laugh, I hardly spoke. Again I felt like I didnt belong, I felt excluded. Soon enough my panic attacks stopped, my world surfaced, I finally could breath normally. I worked by way back up from feeling excluded, unwanted, anxious and worthless. As school drew to an end, my world was back on its feet, I got an amazing report, two academic awards and I was surfing better than ever. People I would not normally call my friends were the only people there for me. 2015 was by far the worst year of my life; I lost a person very, very close to my heart and I tunneled into a world of exclusion. Its probably one of the worst feelings in the world.

The Time Everyone Forgot Me

In 2013 my Mum, Nanna, 3 of my cousins and my siblings went to Bali. One night we were walking down the street and we went into a chemist. Everyone was talking and had already left, forgetting me who was playing with some fish in a tank. I soon realised that I had been left alone and started crying. I ran out of the chemist crying and looked outside. I couldn’t see anyone I knew so I started walking up the street. I finally found my family and they hadn’t even noticed I was gone until I told them. It was really sad.