For some reason, I feel Tired.
For some reason, I feel Ignored.
For some reason, I feel Hated.
For some reason, I feel Stupid.
For some reason, I feel Like I'm Ridiculous.
For some reason, I feel Like I'm Never Heard.
For some reason, I feel Like Everyday, Life Has To Face Me With Someone Who Thinks My Opinion Is The Wrong One.
For some reason, I feel Like I'm Going To Cry.
For some reason, I feel Like No One Cares.
For some reason, I feel That Everyone Accuses Me Of Things I Didn't Do.
For some reason, I feel Like I Get Teased For Things I Can't Help.
For some reason, I feel... Not Depressed. I'm Much Further Gone Than That.
I Have Never, Ever Self-Harmed.
But This Just Goes To Show.
I Could Be Armed With Nothing.
But Still Be Dead Inside.
If You Know Someone Who's a Bully.
Or If You're Persistently Mean To Someone.
Have The Courage To Just Shut The Fuck Up.
Because One Day, That Nerd You Bullied.
Will Be Bigger, Better, And Fucking Smarter.
Than You Ever Were.
And You'll Feel So Stupid.
Because They'll Get Their Own Back.
On Bigger, Better And Smarter Levels.
Than You Could Ever Anticipate.
So Don't You Fucking Dare Tell Me.
What I Can And Can't Do.
Because I've Seen Writing.
That Looks Like It Could Be Written.
By A Five-Year-Old.
Yeah, I'm a nerd. And yeah, nobody I know that talks to me like shit will read this. But this is for all the people who talk down to those with mental issues, disorders. Just pack that shit up. Because, you'll find that they get more love, friends, and rewards, than you could ever dream of.
I am Elise. I'm not popular. I'm not particularly smart. But I can read. I can write. I can do math, science, english. I even speak multiple languages. So, if you're even THINKING about typing a mean comment to me, or on one of my books, back the fuck up and think about what you're writing. Because this is my fucking book. Who the fuck do you think you are, telling an author what to write? If you can do any better, be my guest. But I doubt you could.
If you're someone that does get bullied, come join me. Stand up for yourself. I know what it's like. It may not be frequently anymore, but I see people everyday at my school, picked on for their tiny little flaws. The best thing to do? Ignore them. Or, if it gets really bad, tell someone. I know, I know. "What if I get called a snitch?"
You tell 'em that you're not a little golden ball with wings from Harry Potter. You tell 'em you're not dealing with that crap, and then just fucking walk away. Look at me. I have the gut to tell people that. I've told people why I hate them, and I've expanded the people I'm friends with. Because if you become friends with someone close to a bully, chances are, they'll leave you alone.
I know. I'm going to end up being called a bully myself. If you do want to call me a hypocrite, give me at least ONE GOOD REASON. Otherwise, this chapter's staying up for everyone to see.
My Name Is Elise. And I'm Proud To Say I'm Not a Bully. I'm Proud To Say I'm A Nerd. I'm Proud To Say I'm Weird. But I'm Also Unique.
My Name Is Elise, And I Thank You For Being So Supportive Of Me.
