The Victim Life

I still get bullied to this day, but where it all started, who will forget? I was first bullied when I was 10. I entered year four and hell, I don’t even know why I was bullied. I had friends yeah, and they didn’t really care. The teachers ignore it all, turning their backs to it like they do with everything they don’t want to deal with. It began with the typical name-calling and giggling behind their backs and I was smart enough to know it was a form of bullying. I brushed it off, it wasn’t important. Obviously it got worse. They were the cause of my anxiety.

But I’m more confident now and I’ve got my own back. I’ve grown independent and I still have to live with them because I’m not out of school yet, but I can tolerate them now.

All I’m saying is, it’s so terrible and it hurts and I can’t express to anyone how bad it is. I just kinda outlined what happened, I don’t really like remembering it, don’t see why anyone would. But hey, it gets better. Yeah, I still bullied. Yeah they don’t stop. But then you learn to fight it. It’s sickening, and how dare they bring us down. You make it better. They don’t rule your life. You are awesome so get the hell up and stand strong. You know you can do it, so do it.