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
ly Aneja
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
ly Aneja
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Hoj !
Men je ta zgodba zlo zlo všeč. Zasluži si moj :heart:. Pač ta zgodba me je res mal pretresla pa mal je žalostna ampak je vseeno zlo odlična. Js sm stara 14 pa take zgodbe nikol nebi znala napisat. Morem te pohvalit.
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Men je ta zgodba zlo zlo všeč. Zasluži si moj :heart:. Pač ta zgodba me je res mal pretresla pa mal je žalostna ampak je vseeno zlo odlična. Js sm stara 14 pa take zgodbe nikol nebi znala napisat. Morem te pohvalit.
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ful dobra zgodba:heart_eyes::heart_eyes::heart_eyes:
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Wow!:heart_eyes:Ful dobro! Js sm tud stara skoraj 14 in ne bi znala napisat tako dobre zgodbe v angleščini. Upam, da boš nadaljevala. Spremljam, ker je res dobro.:wink:
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Ojla,
js se grozn počutm. Moja zlo dobra frendica (A) se je začela ful velik družt z najino sošolko (B). Pač prej sva se midve z A velik družle pa to sam zdej pa se skos onidve družta, mene ma pa bl za zravn. Ne morm se z njima pogovarjat, ker mata svoje fore in svoje teme o kerih se pogovarjata js pa nevem za kaj se gre. Pa ful velikrat se dobita po šoli mene pa nikol ne povabta zravn. Dobivata se dokaj blizu mene, pač je neki hoje ampak moj dom je prbl. na pol poti iz šole do tam in onidve to vesta (sam js grem loh peš do doma, do tja pa je treba z busom). Večkrat sm probala namignt, da sm js tm blizu ko sta/smo se pogovarjale o tem pa me nikol ne povabta zravn. A živi na drugem koncu mesta, B pa je iz druzga kraja, torej sm js najbližje izmed ns. Zdej sta začele še s skupnim projektom h keremu me (itak) tud nista povable in tko se bosta zdej še bl zbližale. Ko je enkrat ena druga frendica mela zabavo, sta se skupi prpeljale in sta skupi šle nazaj (starši od B so peljal še A do doma), men nista to niti omenle. Res sta si zmeri bližje, A pa je bla moja edina frendica, s kero sm se loh bl deep pogovarjala, z drugimi se ne morm (sm probala, pa ne gre). Res nevem, kaj naredit.
js se grozn počutm. Moja zlo dobra frendica (A) se je začela ful velik družt z najino sošolko (B). Pač prej sva se midve z A velik družle pa to sam zdej pa se skos onidve družta, mene ma pa bl za zravn. Ne morm se z njima pogovarjat, ker mata svoje fore in svoje teme o kerih se pogovarjata js pa nevem za kaj se gre. Pa ful velikrat se dobita po šoli mene pa nikol ne povabta zravn. Dobivata se dokaj blizu mene, pač je neki hoje ampak moj dom je prbl. na pol poti iz šole do tam in onidve to vesta (sam js grem loh peš do doma, do tja pa je treba z busom). Večkrat sm probala namignt, da sm js tm blizu ko sta/smo se pogovarjale o tem pa me nikol ne povabta zravn. A živi na drugem koncu mesta, B pa je iz druzga kraja, torej sm js najbližje izmed ns. Zdej sta začele še s skupnim projektom h keremu me (itak) tud nista povable in tko se bosta zdej še bl zbližale. Ko je enkrat ena druga frendica mela zabavo, sta se skupi prpeljale in sta skupi šle nazaj (starši od B so peljal še A do doma), men nista to niti omenle. Res sta si zmeri bližje, A pa je bla moja edina frendica, s kero sm se loh bl deep pogovarjala, z drugimi se ne morm (sm probala, pa ne gre). Res nevem, kaj naredit.
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kaj da hel je toooooooo :joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::rofl::rofl::rof