four years of hell

people dont get how much i hated high school, especailly my brother. i was never cool like him, i didnt like to talk to everyone in my class. after eighth grade everything changed with friends and every person i knew. people became dicks and the hatred in my heart became heavier and heavier as a i tried to lift what my brother did before and as i tried to earn my name and to show im nothing like him. but as freshmen year started i started to become depress and everything became harder. if people knew me, they knew me as little renze. see i hated that just because the only reason why people talked to me was to see how jarid is doing and what he liked. the feeling of being used to get to someone else made me want to be unknown for the rest of my life, i just wanted to do nothing. as sophomore year started i quickly learned that nothing has changed and earned everything just to be shot down. to feel respect quickly ran out of my mind. My brother always asks me hey do you know this one dude that knew my friends, and i always say no, but he always comes back with yeah you do he was just a year older than you. still if he is still a year older i would have had to talk to him and that never happened.