*rant time!!!!!!!*
Todays rant: Bullies/ predjudice
'Ello there! I am here to rant to you today about a really aggravating issue. I believe that everyone is equal. I don't think you should treat someone different just because of their skin or their personality. II moved from a culturally diverse area to a blonde-hair blue-eyes type place. My friends circle from last year are listed by the things we were called by bullies and other people
1: Nazi -Dylan
2: Wasn't called really anything -Patrick
3: Fat bisexual idiot- Claire (My bfffffffffffff)
4. Emo - Bridgette
5. Terrorist- Yesh
6. Chinese weirdo -Wayne
7. Ginger midget - Nathaniel
8. Angry psycho n-word - Quara'e
9. Ugly fat nerd - Me.
Dylan's from germany. Claire has ADHD and depression. She's not bi, but I was at her side for a while helping with her depression.Bridgette had a lot of trouble at home with her brother. Yesh transferred in the middle of the year from India, he's one of the funniest guys ever. Wayne was from China. Nathaniel had red hair and drew comics. (WTF bullies?) Quara'e had home troubles and never knew his dad. I wore (still do) glasses, have freckles, and was overweight.
The words people say DO matter. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words control my happiness, the most important thing in this stupid world we live in."
I believe that everyone has the right to be happy. I don't think that anyone should go unloved or uncared about for any reason, especially something stupid like homosexuality.
I still get made fun of. I don't know how bad it is for them now, but for me... Every day when I got off the bus, I got called something. Stuff like B****, Ugly, Fat-A**, Nerd, Dork, Geek, forever alone, got told to kill myself, stuff like that. It sucked. The worst thing is, this guy didn't know me very well. He was in my classes and rode my bus. We almost never talked. When I finally told him to shut up, the bus driver got mad at me. Even though he sat up front and she probably heard everything he said. It still hurts just thinking about it. It was hard for me to go to school every morning because I dreaded seing him and the other people again.
