I was bullied a fuckton in elementary school. I'm not anymore considering I'm one of the biggest guys in my grade, but that didn't apply in elementary. For five long, tormented, verbally abusive years, I was called fat and ugly. You can imagine the nicknames. It wasn't everyone. Lots of people were nice to me. But that didn't help. This really shaped me into the insecure, low self-esteem having fatass I am today. They were right. I was fat. I am fat. I weigh over two hundred fucking pounds for Christ's sake and I'm 13. I don't even look that big. At max I look 190, but me knowing my real weight, it weighs me down from going ahead. This isn't the reason I'm so depressed. I could give less a fuck how ugly I am. I'm over it by this point. It's other things that shaped me into who I am today.
Fun fact: in fourth grade I got into my first fist fight. One day the typical insults came and I was absolutely fucking done. I tackled the big fucker and got a face full of fist. We were separated before I could run back in. We both got suspended, I got one day, and the other guy got two. Thinking back, I was such a pussy. I couldn't take their jokes and just laugh along. I would nowadays. I was such a sensitive little twat.
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Tales From a Teenage Boy
Non-FictionMy life story. This will be basically something like a modern Gary Paulsen book, with stories of me and my friends, like the retarded things us boys do.
