I say it's in highschool, but I was allowed to go to this vocational high school again after the normal graduation time for another 2 years after 18; anyway, my story begins with this girl I had a crush on in my class that allowed me to attend class with people who were high school juniors for the first time that we'll call Cat. Since I believed that being a nice guy and giving her presents would have a chance of making her like me more, that's what I did for her birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's day. I felt like spending every last cent I had trying to win her affection. She didn't like that too much apparently; because on January 2016, which was halfway through our 2nd and final year in class together, I was handed a paper saying that she had reported me for harassment seemingly without any option to appeal the accusation. When I read that, it absolutely shattered both my heart and entire worldview that only creeps had to worry about being reported for harassment, so I figured that I needed to change my personality; so that what I did. I essentially hypnotized myself into resetting my personality and had to pretend to be able to function while I slowly rebuilt my personality from the people and and copes I still had around me. If that wasn't enough, I had also learned that I had a yeast infection in my gut called Candida that the doctor who found it said if left untreated, it may infect and control my brain. Then, I took a blood oxygen test and found I was now operating with approximately 30% of my blood oxygen missing 24/7. Next came the hallucinating of a family of ghosts named Micheal, Carol, and their son Jimmy. I remember Carol because my brain would blot out a portion of my field of vision to show me Micheal chopping her head off, as well as the girl from The Ring running down the hall and stopping right in front of my face. While this and other stuff was happening at home; back at school, I checked my school email to find some orbiters of Cat had found my school email address and sent me a threat to beat me up if I didn't stop talking to Cat. I tried to report the message just about every day for a month, but was unsuccessful because the person in charge of this area was always away from the office when I could go over there. I just continued on with the last few months of school being at least twice as broken and depressed as I am now with a constant thousand yard stare as I watched all the girls in my class act like they didn't want to have anything to do with me and started gushing over this lanky nerdy kid who was a total nobody this entire time. 
Just typing this out makes me feel like I'm holding back tears of furious anger 5 years later.
Just typing this out makes me feel like I'm holding back tears of furious anger 5 years later.
