After she hung up the phone, I thought to myself:
Now that I'm gone, did anything change for the better? I did not need to endure the bullying in school - all the name callings, all the pushing and pulling of hair, all the pranks I get. I did not need to endure all the judgments I get from the skinny girls in school - being called fat, short, pig etc. I did not need to care if my school results were atrocious anymore and being called burdensome for dragging the class's mean score down. But somehow, for some reasons, I rather I have it all back, and I fight against them all. I hope I had protected myself, voiced out and tell the bullies to stop bullying me and studied harder than ever so people would at least praise me for being hardworking. I hope I had embraced my size, instead of concerning about being called short and fat, I should have been proud of it because these all made up who I am and if I don't embrace them myself, nobody would. If I felt that they were flaws of my life, they will forever be. But I've never thought that maybe if I were a little more confident and unaffected, I would not have been that much of an easy target.
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After I Kill Myself
Short Story" after I kill myself, I could not unkill myself back. What's done was done. " ------------------ Being such a weakling, I was unable to fight against the bullying in school. Despite having the best best friend in the world supporting my back and pr...
